The Silencer Poem by DM W

The Silencer



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.

The Silencer
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: political
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