They're Not Pigs; They're Weenies

Look at those cops. They're such pitiful
Cowards. They're massed down the street,
At least ten to each one of us, helmeted,
Armored, armed with guns and batons
And tear gas and who knows what else?
And who are they facing? Some kids
And some mothers, old people, protesting
Their bad behavior in flip-flops and t-shirts.
Are they afraid? Surely, they are. Otherwise,
They would charge us, unarmed and unarmored,
To fight, one on one, to be beaten and mocked,
And sent, whimpering, back to their homes.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-05 at 01:01

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