Commander-In-Chief Poem by Naveed Akram

Concerning the general staff is a problem,
Emblematic of a war that is civil.
Genius may strike, its hold so gleesome,
Types of sin muster themselves and snivel.

The commander-in-chief perpetrated the action,
It was strategy and tactics to master.
For he spoke well for us, could not abandon,
And when he provided awe, he was the caster.

Combat triumphs when your soul is in danger,
Generals and troops have problems and agitation;
Resolutions happen and actions are the changer,
Between the soldiers is a physical decapitation.