MILITARY ZONE, KEEP OFF

Bloody civilians are not allowed here,
the soldiers are home for Christmas,
sleek seekers of sweet securities
check closely at the milky meek zone
Bokos are not soldierly made to fight.
In the blog of mirrors are reflections
tilting down abbreviation of loneliness
upon the lives of those families leftover
In the care of untrustworthy government.

Today is the primaries,
Next is the presidential debate...
Would a clone cow field this year with
cluster of bushes lurking transparency?
Keep off from this zone before another
smothered scores of bullying bullets
astray into the bowl of your graceful soul.
Don't ask why! Keep moving, just move!
One meal per day isn't for everybody;
for government is made for all but not all,
marshalls are in door to door with the wind
defending what their ancestors left behind.

Trespassers will be prosecuted!
This is a military zone packaged with
poetically made guns fund from the north.
Compromising a game housing authorities
may stomach your head into the jungles.
You don't walk any how around here,
Pedestrians crossing be warned in war...
You may fall & pall at ease to appease.
Learn to empty your thoughts in between
those lines where war ended for the past
to establish the beginning of another.

©John Chizoba Vincent
#TheSage.