Mr Officer

Mr. Officer? Mr. Officer your job is hard I know, Policing men and women as they travel to and fro, You have a thankless duty sure it’s true, For just as you hate crime many criminals hate you, But this I need to grasp good sir this I need to see, In the way that I fear you do you fear me? When you are called out to a crime scene and you sense that danger is near, Do you double over in anguish? Do you feel this throbbing fear? When you see a gun pulled out against you, do you feel as though you might? Explode from trepidation and sink despairing into fright, Because I must be honest from the time that I was young, I have felt as though you hunt me and when I see you I think to run, As fast as feet can carry for I seek not to be the one, Whose dark shadows you cast your lights upon like hunters to a deer, Mr. Officer, I must implore you, do you feel this fear? That I feel every time I see you and every time I think of law, When I think of the rights of my brothers that you trampled as no one saw, Or if they saw they chose to ignore you as you beat me like a dog, Of if they saw they chose to ignore you as you hunt me in this fog, Of rancid hatred and dark musings I seldom share, Of pain throughout my soul as you fix on me your stare, Mr. Officer, I must ask you, when you step into your car, Do you feel like a hunted animal or an insect in a jar? Do you feel the heat of Tasers as they shock your skin and back, Do you feel like a beast that has been cornered teeth glaring and poised for attack, Mr. Officer, there was a time when I sought your protection but now I know your mind, I feel like you have very little desire to protect me and those of my kind, So I simply try to stay far away from your supposedly protective glare, Because I can feel your eyes upon me as they strip my spirit bare, Of the esteem that a man might come to expect in a world that was just and fair, And perhaps one day when our eyes meet and we are locked in a poignant stare, You will feel for just a moment what it feels like in your gut, To be hunted like a creature and stepped on like a mutt, Mr. Officer?, Mr. Officer? Can you feel the hatred in my tone? Do you hate me as I have come to hate you as you turn my heart to stone? Mr. Officer, You have a thankless duty sure it’s true, For just as you hate crime many criminals hate you too, But this I need to grasp good sir this I need to see, In the way that I fear you do you fear me?