A soldier's reaction after he thinks hard about the internal conflicts of his country. When he looks around, all he sees is corrupted system, stained politics and illogical disputes perfectly imbibed n camouflaged . All he thinks is that --- >
to deter me.
Roughest,
not rough enough
to
unnerve me.
What
creeps me, are
the
enemies inside.
I
swear
Outsiders
can never harm
my
country. But I worry
as
I see everyday
loudmouthed
leering Lucifers
roaming
around
walking
free.
Suspected,
yet unseen.
Their
slates are too clean.
Well
disguised in appearance
they
seem, innocuously serene.
Faulty
system, filthy politics
Signal
them green.
I
stand here, securing borders
with
cold, watchful, vigilant faces
But
potential enemies, harboring
Inside,
well secured
In
some complicated hiding places.
“Blame
Game” new sensational
National Game. Morbid curiosities
Rising
high
I
want you all to
listen to
this Soldier’s Cry.
Wake up your dormant senses.
Smell
this reek of enemy inside.
Its
time- time to find out
plausible
hidey-holes of
perfectly
fake humans.
Flourishing
on our soils
spoiling
nationwide.
