This is written for a fellow poet, who is finding out what it is to be a father for the first time, wanting to protect his baby son from the world and the horrors he sees around him in life!
A figure stands
Proud among the wreckage he has wrought
Death surrounds him
Smouldering heaps of ruin
He stands with honour
A man
Who fought for what is right
Yet now there is nothing in sight
Yet he stands
With dignity
The last man on this land
Such a pity
For there is no one left alive
Death has taken all
And he stands alone
A paragon
