Death Squad
by Genki, 2012
They come with no warning
Weasels in the darkness
Killing truth in its front alcove
Or bustling to nothingness
Teacher
Reporter
Stubborn priest
Now missing forever
Of course the greedy wealthy
Fund such cleanup
Keeping great privilege
Above reproach.
Wielding shadows, corporate baffles
Slimy informers
Master might witness
Murder or mayhem
But probably not.
Dirty work's assigned to others
His Majesty in white cashmere
Calm at his polo club
As hundreds in the barrio
Curse his dark heart
Horror -- miscalculated
like a snake strike
Injudicious questioner
Union helper
Unruly teen
Opposition's sister
All fall.
Sudden, Startled, Scowling, Screaming
In a moment's fury.
As unthreatened power
Parades demure.
An orphan sniffles
A granny weeps
Good God what a nightmare
Wraiths & wind
