Friday, November 30, 2012

Guerillas In The Shrub

by Ruhudeen Ali

Of the twenty-one soldiers in the unit to maneuver with
Pvt. Po is now the most useless;
always making bad decisions
forgetting his original mission
when releasing captives his aim was to relieve
yet other times when doing so it led to grief
most of the time sitting there looking smug
uniformed & camouflaged,
hanging around just to see what's up
while mostly hungover, he often threw up
'he's not ready for war' says the Commander
'he lives for no purpose great, unlike Alexander'
though he was not always this way
Po was once a hero in his day
once given a mission only he could fulfill
he was given two helpers, he knew the drill

They were three musketeers, always looking for a ride
Corporal Po, causing trouble for his buddies by his side
like guerillas in the thick shrub searching for light
fighting to release their friends was their plight
Cpl. Po sought a cozy retreat to seek refuge in
so he could form his organization
with the aim that membership grow
and allow the seeds of tomorrow to flow
but at the time the fight was intense
and the number of soldiers dying, immense
finding the base was difficult
so they searched for the supply line like an umbilical
thinking it would lead to the fortress

Once discovered, they had to seize the chance
it was a delicate dance
capturing the base would give them an audience with the Empress
allowing her to concede so they could conceive peace
but the orders from their general were to infiltrate, not negotiate
yet the fortresses' walls were impregnable
and so the three retreated, dishonored & ashamed
mission failed- they returned scarred & maimed
they could not look up to their dreams the same way
thus they were demoted to privates again

And now the three stooges- Harry, Curly & Po
are never put on assignments anymore
they party up their days on army pay
always together, some even wonder if they're gay
but they're just three buds who could've had it all
but instead they lost the battle, and succumbed to the fall.

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