Police as Iron Fist of Ruthless Regime
Police as Iron Fist of Ruthless Regime
QUINTETS
In fascist lands, a chilling plight,
Where badges wield a fearful might.
With brutal hand, they seize,
And quell all freedoms with unease,
No rights remain, day or through night.
In a land where shadows roam,
Enslaved police, a brutal foam.
Rights are swept aside,
Nowhere left to hide,
Justice sleeps in a silent tomb
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