Soldiers of Fortune

Wearing caps and badges of dis’nour
Inspectors and Lieutenant of the forces of terror
O ye Guardian Angels!
Why hath thou turned iniquitous beasts?
Predating ferociously on our innocent youths

Effigies of demons they ‘re
Coming in blacks and in blues
Lacking at protecting the pack and finding clues
Whilst larking about collecting their supposed dues
Leavin' the dumpin' site to washin' the river

They ’ave abandoned the track you see
Becoming judges of their very own supreme courts
Lawmakers carvin’ out laws upon decrees
Not very soon but tomorrow or perhaps tonight
Someone somewhere will be charged guilty of breathing

And tis not like we despise them all
Just that the acclaimed friendship ‘as been parasitic
And one-sided ‘ver since it all begun
So here we say buy to them and their guns
Let our turmoil forever be by gone.

L. ‘Bafunto

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