Well armed
Irregularly
Camoflauged and gun totting
Trigger ready
Armoured tanks
Rolling on same soil
The citizens tread
Their weary feet.
The land is besieged
An occupier abodes here
Chasing oil thieves, pipeline vandals
And insurgents
Sparring thieves armed
With pen And paper
A republic within a republic
In all these a mutiny!
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