Object of Interest by Adebanji Koiki

It was the uniform that drew me
The coordination my heartthrob
And when I became one, I became proud
But that instance I did not know

The same uniform that makes secured
The same dreaded by others
In it my body envelop
While death lurk in the corner for me

My hand the instrument of death hold
The weapon of early grave to parents, children
But not by my hands their lives took
Only the same uniform they wore that slain

In the eyes of the remnants see me a killer
I did not ask to fight
I just wanted to wear a uniform and be proud