On Top The Hill

Alone he stood on top the hill.
Too young to die, too fair to kill;
No time to run, no place to hide,
Nor did he dare to stay and fight.

On top the hill alone he stood.
He did nothing. Nothing he could.
He was surrounded; what to do,
He did not know, he had no clue.

On top the hill he stood alone.
He waited there all on his own.
His fears were coming, getting close.
With them were all of many foes.

On top the hill the hit men stood.
They solely came for him to shoot.
That's what you get. He wasted life
For having banged another's wife.