One Last Cookie

There he was just 7 years old, hardly more than a twinkle in his father's eye
On the way home from school one day, waiting on the bus' long drive.
Dreamin' of his mother's love, and a cookie from the jar;
The driver's scream pierces his reverie and leaves it's own scar.
He stumbles down the bus steps, flames reflected in his eyes.
He sees his home wreathed in flames, sees the bodies where his family lies.
"I'm sorry, boy." says The Man, his arm lying shoulders 'round.
"Looks like some thieves torched the place, and then they went and skipped town.
But leave this up to us, my boy, we'll bring'em in someday.
We'll string'em up, flip the switch, and laugh as their lives slip away."
But the boy shrugged his arm off and then just shook his head;
He looked the man in his eyes and this is what he said,
"The Man's never done a thing for us and I want nothing from him now.
I'll track those bastards my damn self, and then I'll bring'em down."
So the boy became a man as he turned and left his old life behind.
Hell in his heart and daddy's gun his hand he set to a life of crime.

Now days and nights came and went as they are wont to do,
thoughts of revenge more than enough to see this thing through.
Eyes of hate, steed of rage, open streets and blue skies,
a grim smile can't help but touch his lips because he knows the end is nigh.
Through city foul and desert dry, over years he tracked the killers of his kin.
pulling up to the shack, he saw the rides of the ones sequestered within.
He pulled to a stop right at the door, fearless he truly was.
he took his sawed-off and cocked it as loud as he could just because.
Boots thump loudly in the silence as he approached the door,
cus death was there in his head and he was looking to even the score.
He kicks the door right off the hinges and it smacks as it hits the floor,
he sees the killers standing there, the ones who shattered a boy's world.
"Who the hell are you," they ask, guns cocked, eyes ablaze,
The smell of cheap whiskey cutting through the dusty haze.
"Me?" The man grins and shakes his head.
"I'm just a boy who never got his cookie."