Safe Agency
Agents are lying, governments are disposing,
You’ll need your ID, and then be arrested;
Far away is the prison, an implant is your partner,
Slavery disembowels you, vomiting you,
Your lying is apparent, the agents are again,
Where is the information?
My liar is near, his informing air is there,
When he questions me he lies.
I have to lie, my conscience does not lie,
And may I die, into a thousand pieces
Just when a government resides in its chair
To haul me to safety,
And it did!
poem by Naveed Akram
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