He works for the Bald Eagle,
In its disheveled backyard.
He believes in order
And crushes wild flowers
As he deals with the ‘sinners'
He is blessed by the state.
As he issues electric shocks,
Their bold dreams quickly fade & die.
As he drills through the flesh.
Their poetry is silenced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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