The assassination

The Assassination

“No officer, you don’t get it, the sward wasn’t
meant to hurt anyone it was for cutting treads
that keeps my family bonds together to a false
past. The general had money, beside we had
let him see my aunt’s tits; wasn’t happy, wanted
to feel them too; she called him an old pervert
refused to let him touch her. He declined, to pay-
as agreed- I rattled the sward, to jolt him sir,
He attacked me, charging like demented hen,
ran into sward and swore I’m no hero, when real
assassins came and shot him death, I fled; as he
fell, and as if by magic, his uniform was too big,
the killers ran off too, one of them, the one with
the limp, had a wooden leg.