Journal of a Corper Once again Our sickness of 4 years Leads us to the queue Even as we await our turn Under hot creeky weather We wait in vain Our lives unknown to us in danger Creek boys are at it again Influencing our right and choice But face to face with AK47 Wont you do same? Line up where they want you to Thumb print where they ask you to “Our man must lead again” They chorus Determination lined up their faceless faces The machines look very light in their hands You must join the chorus or else………… Serving father land was fun Attending to them on queue was deadly “Hey you! Carry the box and paper and follow us” “To where” I heard me say Only to notice my legs were off the floor Besides me stood two heftys Roughs and Toughs at my left and right Finally I saw light For through the journey, it was night I sat in a large room with mates All busy doing the work of the queue Around stood the roughs and toughs