The Thief's Offering
The police are everywhere
And barracks are empty,
I see military fatigue, locusts
I see firearms that can make the devil blush
I see the MK 18 mod 1 carbine whose libido is famed abroad
I see the Glock 17 Semi-automatic Pistol which shoots from the hip before you blink
I see the Mossberg 500 shot gun, if it kills you, you die
Another M2 Browning .50 caliber heavy machine gun, held by the fed
The AK 47, whose history is grave
And many bloodstained weapons
They have come to arrest the chicken thief
He stole it, killed it, cooked it, exhibit!
They will hand him over, in tatters
The judge will be jailing
The Warden will be waiting
The radio will be reading
The Minister means
Security this time
Tell me, I pray
What will the thief offer the paid-up police, like the governors do?
What will the thief offer the tired judge, to kill the grudge like the Directors do?
What will the thief offer the curious editor, to kill the story like the Chiefs do?
What will the thief offer the giant warden, to spare the rod like the Managers do?
What will the thief offer the Minister, to look away like the Ministers do?
The Police are everywhere
The thief will offer
The cooked Chicken
To the Police today
Copyright © Peter Onyancha | Year Posted 2020
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