The Cheetah Goes Free

His face was stamped with evil
He knew how to Lie
To disguise the Truth
Underneath the flabby gut
And stinking lard of Admission
He fed himself on
Death, Taxes and
The Whore of Justice
She dressed pretty
But couldn’t rely on the Foreign Kind
She liked it Kosher
Liked it white
Now and again she’d Rebel
Have a Tryst with someone more Exotic
But generally said No to the poor.

He spent his nights Alone
Washed by Sleaze
His Soul chewing on the blood of the dispossessed
And the weak
They came to him with EVERYTHING they owned
Pawned their rocks of silver and gold

They dreamt of Justice, wanted just a taste
He drank their tears and mocked their pain
The Perma smirk he carried inscribed With their unborn babes
He could milk them for days, nights, months, decades .
He WOULD milk them all the way to their ashy Graves.

Saira Viola is an author, poet, song lyricist, satirist and creator of innovative literary technique sonic scatterscript . Most of her work is infused with undercurrents of social commentary and philosophy and her novels are distinguished by surreal plots and memorable characters . Viola has been widely published on both sides of the Atlantic including Push magazine Internationalist Times, and Gonzo Today Read other articles by Saira.