Good Times Seemed to Have Left

As i sat right next
He stared, perplexed
Eyes all wet
Life can make you its pet
Situations make you turn left
As all good things left

He had his hand cuffed
Ego slapped
He talked of hope
Hoped situations would be turned
I looked at him and turned
I looked left
All good things seemed to have left

Yes he sat on my right
Said he got into a fight
He was only going through the plight
Of fighting a good fight
When all good things left
And for the dead he was left

He always made his daily bread
In harsh struggles as he was bred
But as the argument bred
The governments hand fled
And landed him almost dead
In blood drenched

They said he was a hooligan
He even had a gun
And he was gunned down
Up the reporters run
The news bulletin had to run

He was just a good gunner
a daily bread earner
Struggling to keep the burner
For the tunnel was darker
Bad times lasted longer

And there he sat looking left
I was at his left
His only mistake was hard work
He turned and stared to the left
As all good times seemed to have left