The beauty of bureaucracy is the power of the myth
The equinox of the brutal truth of how bad this system really is
The fascist duty of the devoted, loyal, civil servant
You get it, cause they've done enough to justly & truly deserve it
Unrobe the judge, disarm the bailiff
Why?
Slavery, lynching, crack, al Qaeda; take your pick, you name it
Grinds, creeks, chugs, & squeals through the all time worst of crimes
'Just doing my duty' is this mantra of this liberated, citizen, patriot's state of mind
The beauty of bureaucracy is the power of the myth
The equinox of the brutal truth; it's really as bad as it really is
8/24/14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
have a look at my 'In verse advice', Tim