A Lone Warrior

Alone, the old man sits by the busy road
Seen as a lonesome critic, an old fool
Surrounded by pictures of human destruction
A lone warrior in front of the abortion clinic
The dark glass building hides the evil within
Employees walk past him, smiling, laughing
Disheartened he bows, then shakes his head
As the images of horror cry out for justice
Traffic on the busy street quickly passes by
Most seem not to be affected at all
As a car pulls into the driveway, he stands
Armed only with  pictures in his hands
God bless this man out there all alone
So much courage in the face of ridicule
The light turns green, I press on the gas
A lone warrior is reflected in the dark glass
The old man is on a mission of his own
By the roadside he sits there all alone
Surrounded by pictures of human doom
Outside dark glass walls of doom and gloom