Slips of an axe in the hand of Lord

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 Se

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.