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Guns shots clears out a whole block.
While the crooked cops robbing the drug dealers.
They not protecting the people from the feeble.
That badge is see through I know what's true.
I'm interested in being a law enforcement officer and seeing them crooks.
Makes me work even harder to replace the fakes.
It's armageddon on the innocent but peace and harmony for the guilty.
A police officer raped a girl named Janette.
Now he out of jail he visit hell for a brief period now he roam the streets as you and me.
Don't this as me bashing the law I love to be a cop.
But when my city bleeds because of a crooked badge.
I get very mad and I love to give respect back to the real officers.
Thanks for protecting my family and me.
Like they always say every tree has a bad apple.
Take this world for example good and evil not everyone is the same.
For the best or for the worst....

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this heinous monstrosity of segregation,

that drains the blood, sweat, and tears 

from generations of poor, illiterate, and downtrodden,

rapist of family values, and murderer 

of productivity and hard working hands, 

the dream of 5 year old boys whose aspirations 

of being like daddy wind him up on a dime bag street corner,

grappling frazzled bits and pieces, 

the remnants of a worn out dream, 

passed down through a shackled and indoctrinated 

system of beliefs twisted by the hands of greedy governments,

and corporate schemes that trade lives for money.

this heinous monstrosity of segregation,

convincing mothers they are better off alienated 

from their children,

and that a father's life for his son or daughter

is worth nothing more than three meals and a cot,

a place to rot, and a sacred book of scripture only given

to wash the sins of those hands that profit

from the years of ones held captive and sometimes murdered

for crimes unworthy of the time,

hours and years robbed from innocent loved ones

who pay the burden of the brainless zombies

taking pride in their jobs that torture the downtrodden.of societies

in every nation.

this the system we take pride in, 

that we divide in, 

husband from wife, father from son,

left with no remaining choice in the end,

but to sever all ties completely from everyone,

draining any scintilla of scraps 

from the family 'till of loving plenty',

no leftovers from the dinnertime table of togetherness

savored for a child in need of 

what it means to awaken to the sound of unity,

a now lost and forgotten concept taught only 

in lieu of a desire for mass destruction and for-profit policing 

of innocent citizens,

where are the people who say they care about the children?

5:36 AM 7/11/2013 ©

with inspiration from 'riddles'

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/belial_lair/poem/945997#comment-402731

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