Tragedy on a console - Oladele Taiwo Oluwaseyi Katoonspeaks

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Pawn to pawn, Knight on Knight
Send the legion out to fight
Veteran general on call
All trees in the path must fall
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Thrust spears, swing swords, shoot shots, blow bombs
Tonight we sleep in bunks, our enemies in tombs
Bring gold, take spoils, seize wives, slave men
Today we slay the lion in its own den
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Bank of cow heads for their King, live or dead
Roast me him, his flesh, in his skull, serve Mead
Grow crops in his chambers and bush in his garden
Mute his loud halls, no decibel of din
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The commander's strategy never fails
But today his ship is doomed, rigs and sails
His glory shamed, his pleasures pained
His sacrosanct apparel stained
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Slayers slain, reapers reaped
The vultures had a feast and hyennas partied
I, the general played god on a console
Haunted I am by the  lost souls
.
Soldiers are bullets from a gismo gun
Where he's sent, there he's gone
Obeys the last order, suicide or murder
Leaves son, daughter, wife and mother

© Oladele Taiwo Oluwaseyi Katoonspeaks

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