he's just an old man... br working behind the counter br of his own small store br for forty years... br br the young toughs br kept robbing him... br grabbing stuff off the shelves br and running... br br threatening him, br and the old woman... br till they lived in fear br day and night... br br then they went too far! br coming across the counter br and grabbing him by the collar: br 'give me the money, old man! ' br br quick, and sudden, br the gunshot rings out... br the young tough falls br to the floor in a br puddle of blood... br br now the old man's going to court br for excessive use of force, br and an unregistered handgun... br br to the halls of justice, br sterile and cold... br the stench of dignity dying br fills the air...