A Badge and a Gun

A Badge and a Gun A gun and a badge makes you macho and brave A chain and a whip makes another a slave The past can’t be forgotten as much as we try Two hundred years on and people still cry Ask yourself why you do, just what you do? Punch the innocent who stand in front of you Instead of being the person for what you are paid You taunt and hurt and shoot and degrade You have the badge and it gives you the right To arrest the guilty and we understand your plight But there’s bad apples in the barrel of every gun And you stand and you aim, hoping they’ll run Your allegiance is noted, the president smiles and gloats Hides in his bunker, while a sycophant takes notes In your ivory tower, with your thoughts and your tweets While your mistakes and crimes, hide under white sheets. David cox 05/06/20