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THE SHOT

Across enemy line
Came stinging rockets

Reducing our platoon to nine.
Bullets squirts off its sockets,

One slitting a soldier's bowel
Like a razor

"On your heels!" Says the Colonel,
Signalling his friend, the major.

Six cowards dropped their accouterments
And carried their legs

Away from the cantonments,
Ignoring our pleas and begs.

They ran out and into the militia zone
Like a brave coward...

Booom! The militia let off their own -
They matched forward (and)....

Further buzzed on
Like bees towards a honeycombed tree,

Shooting from every corner and turn
At any grassy-carmo they see.

The colonel's rifle became sick
A magazine, its antidote.

His pistol also went bleak...
Surrender or also bolt?

Far from us three
I saw them all,

The 6 cowards got down with an RPG
I watched their mutilation fall.

Fear pinched me
But professionalism won't let me be.

My fingers lost a grip to my tool
Due to my shivers,

I heard the Major say "poor little fools"
With pitiful quivers.

Kpaa! A pebble of death
Hit the colonel's throat and he fell to the ground,

The Major yelled as the Colonel's breath
Got lost in the cacophonous sound.

Like an animal the Major charged,
Squinting through his rifle

Into their midst he barged,
His life suddenly lost in a daredevil trifle.

Taking down about twenty four
Militia before my eyes,

Then retreated on the floor
Panting towards me while backing the sky.

He raised his arm, and shook his head
He's left with just one shot off his magazine.

His eyes went browny-red
That's far from the worst fear I have seen.

Because our situation was dire,
In confusion, I saw him bit his lip,

And his fingers all red like a wild fire,
With his arm loosing arm grip.

He stole a brave glint and laughed like a child,
But I knew it was his fears -

The roar from the other side...
He secretly wiped off his stubborn tears.

Aha! For once, I saw a brave man cry,
I believe he was worried about his family.

Who wouldn't when he's about to die?
Their pictures, usually the last in our memory.

He pulled off his last shot
And cleaned it with his sweat,

I cleaned my lense too off its dirty spot
And assumed my Russian roulette.

We shook hands like comrade-in-arms
And positioned for the last shot of our life.

'Click!' 'Kpaa!!' ... Our tools fell from our palms
My last image was that of my young wife.

Baby, that last shot was for you,
My camera has really made me brave.

Hey! To my boss, this is journalist Rotimi Tolu
Reporting live from my grave.(Over!)

The Convict (Ninette)

Fate,
God's game
On mere men,
Life's on the play;
Watching as he's tossed.
"Live up your strength"
Says the heart,
Keep the
Faith!

The Convict (Rhyme Royal)

I've lost my shadow but I am not dead,
My soul seems nake d as my body flee
From the crown of crisis around my head.
Darkness and light, both are now against me,
Shouldn't my breathe be scared of what i'd be
If my life is nothing but a mere trifle?
A hunting peg for stern looking men with rifle.

The clock has ran for a dozen month now
Since I broke-free from my captor's claw.
No love, no hate; before me are ups and down,
Face of frown, drowning dreams, a broken jaw,
A dampened heart, forlorn thought on mazing yaw
Which locks me in that sadness that fans my rage,
Blustering the embers of revenge that i wage.

Happiness has a face, I seen and worn it
Even under blemishes of worries, I grin-glee,
Now i'm silenced by the same smile my face lit;
To move on I need to put on a chameleon skin.
I've evinced my fears, no words of my family of me,
I've looked up before getting stuck on the floor
That my prayers are ricocheting before heaven's door.

My intentions are my actions with carefulness,
Scheming amid the puzzle of choice, day and night;
My imagination arms my feats of thoughtfulness:
But further thought could buy me craziness at first sight
And I don't trust myself because I have no living might
Until I decide to accept the prospects which will embrace -
My concern - my well-being, family and love case.

llaykorn:
Then T's
Friend-
With All
Three.

Burning kiss...
Long piss...
Fun tease

joseph1832:
Specialist at what Tim? LOL.

Why are you frowning?

On woman matter

llaykorn:
Let us
Guess which-
Three, sure?

The one
That causes
The others.

Specialist!