Death to the Gunman

I apologise for the language used here, in case people find it offensive. It’s just a way of expression.

From head to toe, soaked in innocent blood
Silently stood the political whore
As the noose drew tighter around his neck
For the chaos he brought to the country’s shores

Some claimed he shall go to Elysium
Those stakeholders of terror
Elevating him to a heroic stature
Out of a whore, they made a martyr

I call him a whore, not out of whim
But because he played one, right to the hilt
His loyalty for sale to the highest bidder
With no conscience, no semblance of guilt

He begged for mercy
The moment he was cornered
After four years of seething anger
The nation’s will has been honoured

However, it’s not the whores we want
The pimps are the ones we seek
To hunt those down who make these whores
To make a brighter picture of the bleak