extortion of tolls taking its tole on the wayfarers
trampling the weak winking at miscreants
men dressed in armored clothes set the day’s agenda
hunting a fly with a loaded gun
like the rabid dog barking out orders
tongue like sword piercing the heart
threats and vituperations echoing as thunder
the dammed have no days-men in this court
being judge and jury they uphold the self verdict
yawning pockets hungry for crisp notes
extracted as the sick tooth at a dentist office
smiling broadly with bulging pockets
pacified only like rain poured on the ranging inferno in the
dry savannah
