Poetry – Instruments of the State

Instruments of the State


In the middle of the night,

Snatching off crowded streets,

Storming through doors,

Crashing through windows,




On behalf of the State.


Following orders,

Dispensing rough justice,



Hiding behind masks,

Safe within body armour,

Emotionally numb,

Minds blank,

Awaiting instruction.


Opher – 7.9.2020

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