A boorish few
A boorish few in the military|
Aren’t fit to wipe you’re boots.
In any kind of real adversary,
Their orders they’re full of convolutes.
Wouldn’t be of any use to man,
Beast or boy, it’s a one way ticket
What they’d suggestion… plan?
By a long chalk it’s not cricket.
It would tug, at your very heart.
To follow in their demonic command …
Give chase to them bullets cocked …
Loaded readied fired on your motherland.
The Potpourri of Poetry Challenge (POP)
By Mark Heathcote
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