Mr excessive force

He enters the neighborhood bitter from cold cases old grudges and gripes his musty breath is shallow stone cold coming from his angry nostrils transferred yet again for bad behavior after sucking the life out of another non suspecting poor individual while suspended to the desk duties for a few months he lay in waiting creating slander perpetrating falsehoods for the weak the helpless the vulnerable homeless the disabled the injured veterans families down on their luck he's mastered the boroughs villages canals valley's street corners and hills throughout the city children run from his thumping hoofs craving blood sweat and tears of urban survivors holding on by mere threads praying for spiritual guidance redemption from this evil hoping for strong minded individuals to somehow provide ethical support leadership crumbles rams locking horns while performing their civic duties of washing the scum off the streets when instead Mr excessive force organized brutality home invasions intimidation fear corruption abuse of power rises about the small towns of little people whose cries are never heard until a sudden riot approaching engulfing a city the watchers always look on in disbelief as the flames crawl block for block windows smashed glass shatters into a million pieces reflecting the eyes of despair graffiti begins to cover store fronts meanwhile friendly fire explodes sifting through reasoning remorse the crying kind Danny boy oh boy oh boy a quiet calm cease to behold a sullen peace the trying time beckoning the emptiest eyes malice unfolds first responders are grieving as Mr excessive force is now leaving