Protocol Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Whistles of the wardens blew,
The highway was vacated
From the vehicles,
Three bikes went away hooting,
Two jeeps passed in a blink
With the uniformed men,
Pointing Kalashnikovs
To all sides around,
Then five imported Mercedes
Headed in formation,
One ahead, one at the rear,
One left and other on the right,
Protecting that was in the center,
Afterward passed
Two fully armed vehicles,
With alert
Professionally trained personnel,
At last passed swishing
Two Mitsubishi Ambulances,
Tracing the track.

Who had the protocol?
You must not be worried to know
He was neither
The Secretary General of U.N.O,
Nor the King of Great Britain,
Nor the President of U.S.A
Nor U.S.S.R,
But one of the ministers
Of my motherland,
Yes! The minister of a robbed nation,
Who had a fake degree of graduation.