The Fighting

As he sits outside the bar,
daddy's gun to his head.
he wonders just how far,
the fighting would have lead.

Every night,
while up in his room.
first comes the fighting,
then comes the doom.

The first hit is for mom,
the next is for dad.
neither are calm,
and both have gone mad.

The fighting only ends,
when he sees the flashing lights.
and the police man asks him to lend,
his eyes and ears for the sight.