Tax Collectors? Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah

There they stand
White Angels of life
Black Angels of death
Caretakers of our roads

Black black shadows
Carrying the cross of our roads
Foaming, boiling like teargas

Stop! Park! Open your boot!
Show me your particulars!
Show me your birth certificate!

Shun sir!
E-spirit the corps
Bloody civilian!

Accidental discharge trigger timeless
Carrying corpse carcinogenic
With leprous hands

Digging graves
Of harmless folks

Offense?

Itching palms: No grease, no 'roja'

There they stand
White Angels of light
Black Angels of death
Umbrella of man
Guiding the four corners
Of our land