Bujas entered the divisional intelligence office having very important business
business of national importance touching on high level national security issues.
so he was volunteering to be of the much needed help maybe help halt the bombs
and kabooms hitting his beloved city.. the copper looks a him in a certain way that
that suggested we don't deal with vigilantes only trained officers
Abujas left... saying behind sealed lips the officer hearing it none the less
your loss not mine.. my mother land weep on.. for your protector lacks in..
lacks in skills good enough to become a protector.. yet next day they sent
summoned for him to give them an enlightening lecture.. let hope the bombs
belong to the past year for we now have the good will of the vigilante
Pistol service guy made Abujas to leave in a huff.. only to recall the silver star
awarded vigilante... such are the happenings at the pistol service gatherers...
of Intel prohibited by law to act on the Intel.. yet their emblem a pistol in-circle
akin to throwing a stone in the bush failing to hit a bird and scarring a squirrel
Lewis kay
pmc, dpmg
today we live
tomorrow we barely survive
nickel and dimed to death
over worked and under paid
the longer we live
the more damage we do to ourselves
where is the happy medium
where young families could raise their children
on one paycheck
where society was appealing
and the community was supportive
and family was more important
then job security issues
today we live
tommorrow is another day
tomorrow we wait for the ourcome
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