Poem

SAVE THE SAINTS
Was it a spell?
That made a faction thought it was right to ring the bell
And turn the whole into hell
Forgetting that things befell

Did the major generals make a mistake?
Picking mutineers to complete the intake
Mutineers unrepentantly causing quakes
Knowing that saints are at stake of being staked

Is it up and running?
A ministry of robbers not gunning
Mutineers and robbers from their ways not turning
Forgetting a place of eternal burning

My fingers I cross and I watch
With my pen only, I will be a snitch
They dare not give me an itch
Till the end of our military hitch

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