Those who hunt monsters

Rambunctious lollygagging young lads raised to chase cattle, rodents, grasshoppers and maidens, Split forests apart to cross borders their fathers had never glimpsed, The seductive scent of revolution provoked voracious — jingoistic desires, Petulant boys evolved into guerillas but no one imagined the ensuing folly.

Rigorous training sharpened their senses till hyenas envied them, Seeking prey became second nature as nurtured instincts pushed them to kill, But inside they were confused bratty boys discombobulated — lost in faraway places, Forests stole remnants of their humanity cannibalising their subconscious voices, Plundered of their juvenile conscience they trudged onwards zombi ed slashing everything in their path.

These days we only see silhouettes of the chaps who crossed the border, Somewhere in unmarked forests lies the cadavers of their innocence, Now we skedaddle in fear at the cantankerous – male cent men who sprouted from our budding boys, Now perceived provocation conjures Incomparable homicidal monomania promulgated by cancerous notions conceived in the womb of war, Now they raise pandemonium without cause – because suits cannot camou age warhorses.

We took young gleeful boys still yearning for their mothers' breasts, Taught them to kill, pillage and burn with eerily scrumptious e ciency, We turned gullible — snort-nosed boys into ghastly instruments of death propagating a generation of war-dogs discombobulated by traumatic horrors of warfare and strife,

Now we give them lofty titles and absolute power but they are traumatised monsters obsessively searching for the virtuous boys they abandoned in forests abound, Now we expect them to be leaders but inside they are guerillas still.