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