A Man with a Uniform

A man with a uniform,

Blessed with an eagle’s freedom

And a pig’s might,

Spread a dark cold night

On the crushed poor, blessed with a bad fate.



A man with a uniform

Broke the muezzin’s call

And dried his black river.

The end of Heaven’s bliss!

The starvation of the crushed poor!

The prostitution of their old-established principles

Of democracy!

Of pea-ce!

Of rights!

Of…!

Words craved in historical books.

Words! Words!

Like sunny-side eggs, stood still under the sun,

Waving goodbyes with tears down their faces.



A man with a uniform

Injected fear in the shaky hearts

And ate the cold and the heat

Of the crushed poor, blessed with a bad doom.



A man with a uniform,

A wolf in a sheepskin,

Had a curse at nine-eleven.

His cracked strong bones widely shown.

With a shame on his wrinkled forehead,

He sharpened his blunt teeth again,

And smashed the crushed poor, blessed with a bad fate.