Cops
Cops
Us..,
and
them.
They use violence.
Hurt people,
and care not for others.
They have their own rules,
“Chaos” is their master.
No dignity, nor worth…
No value of the soul.
Only their own…
Needs…
Wants…
Morals…
Values…
Religions…
Agendas…
The brave that wear... the "blue",
You call, we call!
They come.
Not slow, but fast, and just in time.
Great risk, sad rewards…
Grateful citizens.
Thank you!
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