Soldiers Of Fortune Poem by Chukuemeka Akpe

A cavalcade of styled Messiahs
A stampede of unfitted Heroes.
Bright candle lights blown out
Scouring the land with blood.
Warriors now armed with quills
Deserters shielded by huge desks.
Pathways were new battlefields
The next man, the real enemy.
The Will was drowned in Edicts
Pans of choices to a blindfolded lot.
Placards were as sitting targets
Ever perforated with bullets.
Barrels charged with death
Spat out rounds of sorrow:
Dreams murdered in slumber.
Guns cocked with fear cackled
The victims maimed with shame.
Discipline wound around whips
Uncoiled in public to demean;
Exercises prescribed for ridicule.
Putsches pried the doors of fame,
Rewarded grit with lofty stools,
Incarnated Brutish Barons.
Abominations Brazenly Actioned Condoned Humanely Always.