Falling to my knees
How bitter is he?
The man whom push me down
This officer has placed me on the ground
Forceful is he?
A man in uniform could only think of cruelity?
For his power is great, he does not show mercy
For he kicks me, even when my hands are crossed behind me
Dust flows in the air
As I lay on the ground injured from this bear
The man whom supposed to be a hero, began to read my rights
Currupted he is, he shoved his twelve foot boot up my behind
All I feel is brutallity
For this man shows no mercy
The thoughts in his head felt power
Couldn't see through his eyes under that blackness, for me he towers
Liberty and honesty
This man filled with lies
This power too great, filled with poverty,
For he I pity, For the real man inside him has died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem