The Soft Target Soja
By
Chidozie Chukwubuike
Hide your face in shame
Bloody soft target Soja.
When your mates were afield
Learning the art of combat
And training in military manoeuvres,
You spent scarce man-hours
In lecherous domestic manoeuvres;
Leading operations in the bedrooms of your fallen comrades…
With their widows spread-eagle in total surrender.
Now combat is upon you,
Civilian bandits dare you to a gun duel.
A war foretold shouldn’t claim the cripple
Yet, you, soft target Soja,
Fell face up in surrender
Just like those widows of your penile exploits…
Except that yours is eternal.
Rest, Insidious Penis (RIP)…
Rest, soft target Soja.
But your misfortune becomes calamity
As your soft target comrades
Crawling out of their holes of cowardice
Advance in shameful reprisal at harmless spectators.
And in pretentious rage
Point monstrous barrels
At petrified spectators…
The blast that signs the treaty of eternal silence
Also forever muffled their plea of innocence.
To have seen is a grave offence punishable by death.
And the hunt must continue for every eye that witnessed the shame of the soft target ‘hero’.
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