You are the agent of a bastard society.
You are the pawn of an ill-informed government.
You are the death angel of an intolerant minister.
You are the merciless executioner of a corrupt judiciary.
You are the mercenary of a flawed legislature.
You are menace and should be armed with a foam truncheon
You are a dumb, deaf and blind soldier with an itchy trigger finger.
When you remove that uniform.
Your still the same.
Trotters and all.
Curly tail between your legs.
You officer are a pig!
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Distopian. Your political slant is really interesting. The imagery is really strong, but I wonder if perhaps you have tarred all officers with the same brush? Conflict between the human heart and the corruption of the state might add a new element to this poem. (Suggestion only, I really like the poem as is. Maybe a companion poem? who knows?)
ReplyDeleteAwesome. I agree entirely with Leanne, but I want to add that it shares much, emotionally and in mitre, with the political work of Rick.
ReplyDeleteWhat do you think you're doing, pig?
Do you really give a fig, pig?
And what's your favourite sort of gig, pig?
Barry Manilow
Or the black and white minstrel show?
- The People's Poet.