Janet Kenny



Rondeau to the Minister for Immigration

Many are speechless when they are betrayed.
Amnesty International badge displayed
on his lapel--a civilized disguise
for the contempt that flickers in his eyes.
Nobody leaves his office unafraid.

Blandly he bleats his mantra, tailor-made
by bureaucratic minions who are paid
to churn out empty legalistic lies.
Many are speechless.

He is the arbiter, the ambuscade,
hacking the lost and homeless with his blade.
Clinical blandness smirks as mercy dies.
Icy politeness makes no compromise.
Faultless homunculus, whose words are weighed.
Many are speechless.
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issue one november 2006
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