Bureaucracy of ignorant city workers preying on poorer people
because they have no way to fight back.
How pitiful the petty claims sound up against the reality of
our city's environment.
It amazes me how anyone can justify their job, sneaking around
private homes, entering yards without warrants - which police
aren't allowed to do.
Judges sitting in black robes on protective benches should not
be able to rule on whether a person is untidy or not, for it
is nobody's business, but the individuals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you aint seen nothing yet, RoseAnn. Have a look at what I'm getting, in 'Form matters'.