By Atok Dan
In
a twist of an arm, an ax had fallen,
Fallen
on sleeping suspects,
It wasn't just a twist as per
But
a breakage from boredom,
From
reluctance,
In
his right hand, he dropped it on them
An act of courage had compelled him in doing it
No
more whom we had known
His
hands are in gloves for action
To
sharpen his ax
On
them, he had long feared most
In
a twist on his right hand,
An
ax had fallen noisily on them
Whom
he had feared for long
In
no time, sacred cows in requiem,
By
their unholy behaviors
In
a twist of an arm, an ax had noisily echoed
On
them the sacred boys of the regime
On
the untouchable loyalists,
Unpardonably,
the lord of all had spoken
In
his hand, an ax had harmed them
Louder
than expected,
On
them who had been dizzy on job
Has
awakened them by echoes of an ax
Lord
of appointee, has spoken
And
the Lord has said it loudly
Amen
of mercy.
