POEM ON POLICE

They come from out of sight. When it is dark they glow inside.
Their laughter makes them shrink with blame. Too young to be confronted by their name.
Running in the cold of the night, pretend they do not care. What are they learning there? Tired of detecting lies, they despite that evil do arise.
Some kid hides and wishes he was dead or better for him, the crown above his head.

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