So you wear this heavenly blue uniform
And that golden shinning badge
Alas! You have no heavenly demeanor
Nor a golden tongue
You are the enforcer of the law
But you are also its breaker
That pistol you carry
Is a power you wantonly abuse
Shame, such pity
You could have been a golden idol
But you are nothing more
But a cursed rotten statue.
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Poetry of the Furious
PoetryThere are things in life that frustrate, anger and saddens you. Things like the irritable people around you, the happenings in politics and current events, problems that continue to haunt you. I deal with these irritations by turning them into poetr...
