Black and White
Maybe it's not like this in your neighborhood.
Maybe cops wave when they pass, and say,
“Hi.” They might even get out of their
Cruisers at times, walking, not running,
Not swarming and shouting,...but, here,
The cops scowl as they pass. They don't
Wave. They never get out of the tanks
That they drive, except to chase people.
They grab them and cuff them, then
Push them inside of their cruisers and leave.
You say cops are the heroes who work
To protect you. I say they protect you
From me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-03-10 at 23:03
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