A Wrong Military Strike
Blood-soiled hands waiting for a mere barrage!
Soldiers in camouflage
Who had at hapless souls fired in a fuselage,
Several times hitting the four- times smart mirage;
In their honest opinion avenging a sabotage,
When they were time killing in their ménage
And some dropped- from- the- air soldier
Wasted the president’s entourage
Dispatching Spoke person Roger…
But it was some other fingers still blood-red
That did the killer triggers massage
Turning out some twenty for the death bed!
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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