Suspect The Mob Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

They flush Bastille as myth and call the people mob without period or dot:
They act to only satisfy their instinct to destroy so orderly employed volition
Of godsend royal to put you dungeon deep and make you slowly heap of rot
Which should not instigate sedition, proclamation, God forbid a revolution-
To shed the blood of mob without trial keep anyone at will in sole confinement,
If only one prisoner was freed to taste again the light of day -it was well worth the while
Of all the future trial, fight ferocious for the rights of Man not high born and bred refinement
To storm the fortress to obliterate Archipelago Gulag's future one small isle
Or you prefer it exclusively for yourself to languish in any concentration camp
Branded number on your hand coz you are only myth and phantom of that
Bastille, Archipelago's secret jail and extra day off work for mob and hack
Jails, fortresses, Archipelago isles can you suspect the mob of Sincerity
Honesty and Courage amidst media proclaimed myths in line?