Men in uniforms.
Posing with guns like dragons ready to spit fire.
Black for brutality
Blue for “friendship”.
DPO with a belly like my mother’s pot.
Frowning like a hen trying to get an egg out of its duct.
Beards, dreads, Benz and a bitten apple behind your phone makes you a prey.
Even though the currency is in dormancy, they ask you to dispense notes like drugs from a pharmacy.
The writer approaches these dragons.
Hard guy! They must not see his poem.
“Sure sir!” He says.
“Eh my guy.” the dragon replied with a smile.
Dear man in uniform, your service is to humanity. Learn if you can from the father above who keeps his children from harm’s way.