Mercenary Poem by Babatunde Aremu

Dexterious warrior without border
Highly uncoventional in the curious art
No allegiance to any land
He is a venal soldier
No heart of love
No vein for affection
He wanders across nations
Fighting for no cause
Ravaging and pillaging settlements
Leaving behind sorrows and tears
There's no remorse for killing
There's no regret for bloodletting
He is just moved by pecunary rewards
His trade is to be hired to kill
So, he is named: mecenary