To Become a Battle Cry…

Tiny bundled kitten

Swinging over road

Mewling for his mother

And escape from cold.

Lean muscled apprentice

Chasing down the moor

Forgotten are the dark days

Of hunger and forlorn.

Bloody ginger body

Splayed across the earth

Death for no good reason

But for sadistic mirth.

Pain-filled cry of battle

A mother for her son

A name that cries for justice

And honor to be won.