Little Brutes

They caught wind of the weak And tied him to a tree today Paul's father says they're pests Destined to just be strays They broke his little back With a little game they played Boys will be boys Isn't that what grownups say? And I just stood there silent Rooted to the spot Marveling at how brave I'm not How brave I'm not Don't you see It's already too late for them? Where are men of action Can't they do something? The sun was growing faint And slipping from God's hand The day refused to wait And rushed to bury it's head into the sand If I could only get up And stand up for myself I have to join the Little Brutes Sadly I'm not bulletproof