The officer gently set his files on the passenger seat
Then drove an hour north, for his encounter with a cheat
The canyon road, winding and narrow, imprisoned him in iron chains
He'd heard the lies all before and dealt with many pains.
The music blared from the radio, his glasses shielded his face
To the desert plain below to save the human race
He pulled up to a liquor store, a file in his hand
Asking for the owner, a not so generous man.
The clerk gazed into his eyes, wondering what to do
The officer grew angry, and asked for Mr.Chu
He's not here cried the clerk, perhaps at three or four
The officer just shook his head and shuffled out the door as so many times before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem