Bloods shake in the wind
staining the invisibility of the air
spraying spectator's sight
of awareness
not to tolerate
salvage-convict
alleged criminals
found hog-tied seen in public
chop-chop bodies
with random bullets
bathe with own red grease
howling justice
begging conscience
only nightmares appear!
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I would like to translate this poem
howling justice begging conscience... fire raging within.... beautiful write with deep sense of situation......10