The Poetic Policy of A Persecutor

The Poetic Policy of a Persecutor

i hereby convict, your breath and consciousness

i persecute your name, and all credibility you claim

i challenge your resources, both your gold and your soul

i indict you life , with invisible grandeur

i need not your name , only your case number

i need not you side , that’s not an interest to persecutors

i need not the truth , that’s what the jury fusses over

i need only my signature , pension , and insurance coverage

yes i can sleep at night , it’s not my families ill

yes i can eat well , it’s not my community’s hell

yes i can celebrate, i’ve got plenty of stories to tell

yes i can retire, your life flipped the bill