MUSIC VIGILANTE OF THE WEST

Vigilante of the West
From the plains of the west, he came,
A young man with justice in his name,
But society’s scales were tipped,
Against the ones who society skipped.
In the shadows, plots were laid,
By the elite, in the game they played,
Targeting those of a different hue,
In this land where justice was askew.
Vigilante of the West, with justice on his chest,
In the dark of the night, he never rests,
A gun in his hand, a symbol of his quest,
To right the wrongs and lay injustice to rest.
Once a victim of their twisted game,
Now he stands, with no one to blame,
His path is clear, his purpose true,
To fight for justice, for the many, not the few.
With each shot fired, a message sent,
To those who think they’re heaven-sent,
No longer will they rule with fear,
For the vigilante’s justice draws near.
Vigilante of the West, with justice on his chest,
In the dark of the night, he never rests,
A gun in his hand, a symbol of his quest,
To right the wrongs and lay injustice to rest.
In the alleys and the streets, he roams,
Fighting for the ones who have no homes,
A voice for the voiceless, a hand for the weak,
In this world where the powerful seek.
Vigilante of the West, with justice on his chest,
In the dark of the night, he never rests,
A gun in his hand, a symbol of his quest,
To right the wrongs and lay injustice to rest.
So beware, oh elite, of the justice you dread,
For the vigilante rides, with justice as his stead,
In the heart of the west, he’ll make his stand,
Until justice reigns, across the land