A peaceful protest is rarely peaceful
Words are hurled like weapons
Hitting harder than any bullet ever could
The blue line stands strong
Takes the abuse
People scream and shout
Say we can't understand
But haven't we all lost our own man?
They don't understand our fear
The fear of the unknown
Will he be back?
Will he stay strong?
Will he be able to judge right from wrong?
We hold a saying in our hearts
Wish to speak it for the street
If only we could
"Remind the few
If ill of us they speak
That we are all that stands
Between the monsters and the weak"
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PoetryThis book will contain poems written by me, but more importantly, by true poets that inspire me.
