The Juvenile Officer Poem by Cyprian Ogeto

Troops were ready, they took their kitbags,
Led by the regal soldier for the patrol,
The barrel-chested and buoffant man,
Whom had earlier been recruited.

Near the shrubs, he heard afar off kinesis,
Immediately he vanished betwixt the troops,
As one of the grunt took charge,
Till the walk was over.

Back to the barracks, the regal had napped beneath the buttress,
He'd taken a kir,
He was dragged and kissed-off the barracks,
For betrayal and divulge.

A day's enquiry found him still a juvenile,
Kick-backed the chief of the barrack,
And still a minor,
He was nowhere to be seen again.