The Soldier's Bullets
I am a police with a gun And I'm tracking down thieves Some have higher connection Some are poor as church mouse But I am armed with my gun And I'll track them to their den. Their work spoil our nation They fume with devilish intention. Some have borrowed weapon, I hear their's one alias poison. Did you hear chicken gate? But wings of justice flew over. But am hunting them with my gun And I'll shoot their sabotaging mission. Ooh my! I have ran out of bullets. By Mark Obure Morang'a