Strutting around
looking official
spit shined shoes
and nickel plated pistol
The sheriffs gun
this man's a father
bound to a code
he would swear was honor
Strutting around
like us he's just a worker
but the glimmer in his eye
says premeditated murder
The sheriffs gun
it was a Colt .38
standing on the corner
his name was Nate
Cops treat civilians like crap. Now that we have more technology available it is our job to film, record, write and make their behavior public. Love this poem. Keep writing.
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