One-Man Squadron: Mission To A Peaceful Jungle Poem by Oladoyin Micheal

This holds the mighty weapon,
the lord o'er all weapons.
It's once kill a warrior lord,
my pen is mightier than a sword.

5 Hear O ye world!
If revolution we must take,
If eruption we must make,
make me thy warrior's sword.

A jungle of peace,
10 so full of bullet release;
shrapnel cut not with tact,
deadly rods ne'er make impact.

Aye! I've arrived
to hew militant alive,
15 to cut all peace cutout
and terrorist full of touts.

Untouchable I am!
Mighty and great my appearance is,
Zephyr the mightiest Breeze!
20 blow 'em to freeze.

Messenger of peace through war,
boundless is thee from law
unshackle thy men from chides!
for thy progenitors were ne'er tied.

25 I'm the fearless squadron master,
Stronger than a thousand hunter,
As I kill that monster,
I'll kill these gangsters
And dine with the stars.

30. I've once silence ten criminals
all done with a finger,
sending enemy's birth signal
inviting facilitating dirge singers.

Hear the breeze whirl:
35. Make a grease, make 'em freeze,
Go there! seize 'em all
to be walking like trees.

Let the world all here gather,
And all in a voice
40. bids me well...
on my way to sambisa forest
In Ink, Quill and Leaf.