Best Police Force Poems
why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?
yet, when we the American citizens
who have worked and struggled all our lives
attempt to get any assistance from the government
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy
over social responsibility?
the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position
now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption
versus social reconstruction?
so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour
Grandpa was a Bowie.
A tight-lipped protestant Ulsterman
who drifted into the Poblacht na hÉireann
in search of a cure for his cold heart.
His thin lips wed a soft Catholic girl.
He joined the Garda Síochána settling down
to breed Kerry Blue’s. After he retired, he still
wore his uniform, his neck as stiff as ever.
Grandma wrote letters to the Pope
begging for Papal forgiveness
for her heathen husband.
I have not been to Hidalgo County,
but if I were one day to go, I might try
to convince the Daughters of the Alamo
of my credentials to be worshiped
in a mild, concessionary way.
A complimentary burger, a free pass
to the museum, a photograph
of myself brandishing a big knife
at a picture of Generalissimo Santa Anna
that would suffice.
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"Poblacht na hÉireann" = Republic of Ireland (Éire).
"Ulster' (Northern Ireland).
"Garda Síochána" Is the Police Force of the Republic of Ireland.
#racism #love
Mindless judgement
I wonder when racism is going to end.
I hear loud screams and cries.
As if a… lightning beam hit individuals.
who seem to be walking without a worry in the world.
with smiles on their faces and with a single blink.
Every two seconds lives are ending.
“BRATATA” the shotgun goes off.
someone else has been shot down by the ones
who are supposed to protect us.
Badges on their chest to shield themselves.
It has nothing to do with just us but to crush us.
I see people doing nothing but stare at the scene
their hands weigh in their pockets heavy with guilt and sorrow.
The bleeding never stops, The greed has controlled us.
How can Minds be so narrow? Instead of finding the actual criminal hustling Xanax and ecstasy.
they find the most innocent out of the bunch and munch them till they crunch.
Once they’re through they have no remorse, the police force lead to someone's demise
I worry about this continuing will there be a difference in the nation's population?
In the back of our heads the word MIGRATION
It will be just like a vacation.
that will never end.
Donald trump will be happy with the idea right? He enters the room to a standing ovation.
In his eyes The U.S will become “great” and bright but instead he is just instilling us with fright. He carries nothing but baggage.
As the count decreases so will our intelligence.
What did Malcolm x and Martin Luther king jr. die for?
It pains me to see the people of my color going extinct.
I worry. Am I next?
Am I not safe anymore?
As my blood pores on this paper, I feel like I’m climbing a non stop mountain.
sweat drips.
1, 2, 3
I can’t breathe.
I hope to god one day this beautiful earth will be filled with all the colors ever created.
I want to see kids playing, waving. It would be amazing.
I want to see grown ups sitting on chairs on the beautiful grass and sharing laughs just having a blast.
Even if it means that I have to be in the sky high looking down at the once horrific universe but now if you observe it is more well rounded and grounded.
I pray, it becomes that way.
The Castros make Rubio rowdy
To them he'll never say howdy
Marco's so steady
So why he is ready
To kiss the kings who are Saudi?
Author's Note: Are Saudi Kings beloved by their people and so much better than Cuban dictators? Do Saudi royals not need body guards or a secret police force to maintain order? Do they travel among the people and never use private jets? Are the decisions made in Saudi Arabia completely democratic and open? Does the royal family limit its personal wealth out of a sense of fairness to its people? Do they treat women fairly? OMG--Could Raoul and Fidel be so much worse than our friendly ally? Never forget who crashed the planes into the twin towers. They weren't Cubans!
Thomas Lonigan 1844 to 1878 (34 years old)
Tom Lonigan married Charlotte in the Irish town of Bella Sligo.
He knew for her only the best life to give, to Australia they would go.
In 1871 Melbourne township they did make their way,
full of plans and ambition for the family to make hay.
Thomas Lonigan, don't you ever forget his name,
For not too long and with regret he would make his fame.
A man of principles and knowledge of right and wrong,
he knew what he should do and to the Police force he would belong.
After basic training in the job, to Benella he would go,
with Charlotte his loving wife and four children in tow.
A wonderful life in the new colony, how hard could it be?
To keep the peace and make life safe for people like you and me.
Tom Lonigan and his compatriot, Alexander Fitzpatrick.
Were sent to arrest Ned Kelly a dangerous and escaped convict.
The struggle that ensured, as Fitzpatrick later recalls,
That Kelly grabbed poor Lonigan and held onto his balls.
That scoundrel, Kelly at the time said, and this is very true,
If I ever shoot a man Tom Lonigan, it surely will be you.
The life of this bush policeman was tough to say the least,
low pay, hard work and for the family, no feast.
Constable McIntyre and Lonigan set camp one afternoon.
At Stringybark creek, Sergeant Kennedy and Scanlon to arrive sometime soon.
The outlaw Kelly gang an ambush they would make,
A shot was fired by Ned Kelly, sealing poor Lonigan's fate.
October 1878 the Kellly gang tried to get by force,
the Police to surrender, lay down their arms of course.
But Lonigan the hero, not wiling to submit,
Drew forth his weapon and to death he did commit.
Next time you hear Ned Kelly's name, think of Lonigan instead.
A man with a fine job to do and a family to keep fed.
He surrendered his life to keep the people safe and secure.
Not ever thinking that the honour of bravery he would precure.
how many people in your life that have been murdered?
probably none
my grandfather was a war herp
coma tosed
to have his wife a cripple
so i could run away scrambling from bs people for the rest of my life
11 tragic deaths in my life,
my family and friends
and their family and friends dropping like flies
the bills sent for the ambulance ride
leave me wondering why did you even bother come
to pretend to save my life
to wake me up and send me out the door
without being able to thank the people who just kept me alive
4 suicides, and im the lucky one to survive mine
4 murders have taken place in my life
and three tragic accidents
i have no idea what it would belike to see my family smile
theyre all dead
nothing but bs people come to watch me cry
who dont know who i am
never talk to me
and have no time for someone like me
off i go back to the hospital for more poison
and brag about malpractice
my stomache that cant digest any thing without pain or discomfort
but hey off your meds i can finally achieve an ********
love music by the way
the terrorist psychological attack with my name on it
offering me reason after reason to cry
what do i need another excuse to hate you
the politicians i cant contact
the police force harassing me
breaking my door down to ransack
stalking me to hand out tickets
breaking my nose afer a hostage situation
and its the bs people who tell me
trying to kill myself was the right thing
the military doesn't care
but make things happen over night
love watching you walk around in your underwear
at my pity party to be happy for you
but im not
im jealous
i hate you for it
your bs people
like these poetry sites with no clue
nice poem huh?
what a read....
go die
maybe after i get crippled they will have the heart to shoot me
but i doubt it
been raped, and tortured, and drugged, and beat by police, and held hostage
to be cyber stalked and have my accounts compromised
off and on and off and on
for 13 years
go kill yourself
war pig loser nation
what do you want me to say?
i know why people drop bombs now
i truly do
put me in a tank
and suck my d ick
existance is my enemy anyway
i hope he quits bothering to live
screw you face book
and twitter is a terrorist organisation
go ask microsoft
As you come to Uganda visit Entebe zoo
Come to the lion cage
Don't stare or watch just look in the lions eyes
It will tell you all the stories of Kampala
You see the red eyes of Besigye
With the zeal to break the cage
And lead Uganda
But the pain of tear gas is unbearable
Look at this lion again
Laying down as if it has been tamed
Then you will see a Lukwago
Who wants to do the mayor job
But all the power is in Musisi
Come closer, you will the lion roar
To show its potential but all in vain
Like Nsereko moving a motion In Parliament
But scared by his mother party
Don't stop look closest
You will see this is not a lion
Its a lioness, Its kadaga
Chairing Parliament
On tension to expel rebel MPs
Look again you will see it all
The begging hands of street kids for rescue
The serious police force
The sweat of unemployed graduates
The noise of boda boda riders
And the potholes in the city
This lion at Entebe zoo
Knows how much the staff labors to fed it
It know how much they spend on it
Like the way Ugandans know
How much the government has given to them
But as you look at it
It tries to hide its jungle character
Because thats how it earns money to feed it
It knows the staff gets from what belongs to it
Like the way corrupt officials
Pledge on our funerals
Burying our own who died of disease
That would have been cured by the same money
They played lots
Now run away from that cage
Before that lion comes with all its craws
Begging for its freedom
Like Ugandans
On walk to work
When the world seems at its end and the righteous ones have begun to bend,when injustice is now considered just and there is no one to trust, when the police force becomes knavish and criminals are at the apex of power and there seems to be no one to turn to, when Doctors kill for money and politicians begin to deceive, when the society it’s at its worst and not a day passes without injustice, when the body is sold for money and money becomes the reason for existence, when children conceive babies and adults end lives, when the ambassadors of poverty have their heads abroad and anus at home, then will it occur that lawyers remain lawyers , then will it occur that humans still exist, only then it would be clear that lawyers aren’t liars, only then would it be clear that lawyers can set this society straight, lawyers can put the powerful ambassadors of poverty to justice, lawyers can accrue honesty from knavishness, lawyers can remove just from unjust, lawyers can remove classlessness from class, lawyers can create a kind of classless society even Karl marx never dreamt of, after all, the pen, they say is mightier than the sword.
Bun the feds dem coming str8 from the lava ground
A young brother moving mad cause I brown
I hate the police force their all full if pricks
They had the audacity to call the authorities
Bun that dough cause I ant for one
For a place full of pig’s wit a badge & gun
To be kill you know or dash in jail
It’s definitely on sight if I catch him in the cell
Moving wit jaff cause I so certified
Wit a ankh around my neck I feel qualified
Searching my yard looking for the herbs
Try to live peacefully but always disturb
You’d love to see me receive 10
Than the cert poet from the hood talking the truth again
Fling the rotten speaker’s outta the estate
And when I finish draw for the blue & white tape
To tape of the scene of the slaughter
Still moving g’d from yam and water
I defo know that their fish indeed
Pat a brother down and grabbing my seed
And on the other hand without a 9 they can’t hurt none
But I promise if your black it ant really fun
KKK will string man str8 to the tree top
Black boydem bull licking the white fed
Yoo Jaff will create a storm
On any idiot in a black uniform
Cause I from Hackney see
Nuff boydem are shook of me
A young rebel on a warpath
And when I finish (they claim) it’s gonna end in a bloodbath
Of jakes moving outta east way, I told you already I’ve been real from day
Inspired by N.W.A. F*** The Police
With all the tragedies striking all around the world,even when given a date
People seem to be like idiots just waiting till its too late
No time to help others, feed hungry children,no time to stop racism
Only time to host elaborate parties,fly on a whim,operate off shores accounts
The greatest battle we all must face is to realize that our government is ruined
That politicians have all turned to committing the most vile evils, the love of greed
As monies disappear and evaporate into "Pork Belly Accounts" unseen
Our children education is on the verge of existence,yet we pretend....
That all the things the constitution stood for is now being ignored,ridiculed,or rewritten
The right to "free" speech,bear arms,the right to an education,the right to assemble
Everything we take for "granted" is now being called a privilege...
America take a stand and use your voice let your actions speak!
Did you know that if government declares a state of emergency
the military can take over the police force?
We could be looking at a modern day hostage situation with us,the Americans being
held captive!! Wake up and investigate
Do you trust your government?
Transformation-propelled was he as president
proactively working out his earnest intent
pursuing national goals along progress test...
such is FVR --- Fidel Valdez Ramos at his best.
Elected as the 12th Philippine head of state
1992 began his Malacañang date
bringing with him stalwart great military feat
with God’s* stamp of approval midst voters’ heartbeat.
Noted with his branded effective leadership
FVR hurdled tough trainings for country’s headship
blended by each varied academic rigor
with his U.S. West Point education vigor.
As former Armed Forces’ Chief of Staff, he led well
and National Defense Secretary as well
crushing coup attempts against reigning government
toward democracy and freedom enjoyment.
Economic boom marked his administration
along major industries’ deregulation
midst notable political stability
and peaceful negotiations for security.
During his six years in office, he was admired
since good governance he worked out for as desired
he purged national police force from corruption
and made efficient system of tax-collection.
With his sterling character of global stature
he remains an advocate with helpful gesture
advancing policies for family welfare
advocating practice of sharing with care.
*Romans 13:1 Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.
February 12, 2021
1st place, "YOUR FAVORITE PRESIDENT (President's Day Project)" Premier Contest; Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 2/21/2021.
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In the 1960's, in a small West Texas college town of Alpine
Sul Ross State, was known for cowboys and rodeo teams
Had an above average student there, that wanted to be a cop
With a dream to throw all the crooks in jail, make them walk the line
He always wore a white hat in his dreams
And what he was headed for was, "the cream of the crop"
His name is Rick Thompson, I went to school with the guy
At first a university cop, then to the city police force
But deep down inside, money was his need
With all the energy in the world and a lot of try
The old western type of lawman, cowboy and horse
Until his down fall, because of his greed
Then went next door, to Marfa another little cow town
Right on the Mexican border, a drug smuggler's paradise
They need a new sheriff, the Marshal Dillon kind
Won every election,hands down
Wore a cowboy hat, but then he rolled the Devil's dice
He liked that cocaine money and what it could do for his mind
Was voted number one sheriff in Texas, everyone liked Old Rick
The Mafioso did too, they needed his protection
"Why he was ranch raised, just an old cowboy"
But all of that dirty money, he fell for the Devil's trick
Lost his fancy star, got him headed in a new direction
Found out just what it cost to be a "Cocaine Cowboy"
Got caught red handed with a TON OF COCAINE
Back of a horse trailer, street value of 43 million
He lost it all and sold his soul
A good cop gone bad and caused a lot of pain
Lost the white hat, the halo and the image of Marshal Dillon
Now in a Federal Pen somewhere...doing life without parole
HOLDER OF THE HEAVENS
religion of love —
the Holder of the Heavens
spurs unity and purpose
the longhouse people
strong belief in afterlife
honored Spirit…lived good life
forever friendships
less crime ~ police force null
embraced Christianity
with brotherly care
the Iroquois weave gardens
enforced with no social caste
prayer and praise to God —
tobacco like incense lifts
with thankfulness...wampum tribe
11/26/2018
Line Gauthier’s Tribute to Native Culture Poetry Contest
References:
prezi.com
http://www.departments.bucknell.edu/environmental_center/sunbury/website/HistoryofIroquoisIndians.shtml
https://iroquoisgroup24.weebly.com/religious-beliefs-and-ceremonies.html
This poem was written by my brother - in - law Bruce Saks who is a high ranking member of
the New York City police force.
T'was the day before Christmas and all through the School
Not a child was talking ...not a break of a rule
The halls were all empty ....the classes all filled
The children all learning...the teachers all thrilled
The books were all open ....the pencils so worn
From the writing of children ...oh my what great form
A voice on the speaker shouted out with such glee
What a great job you're doing....you teachers you see
Now the bells all had sounded and the tots all on line
Not a peep in the ranks ...not a voice ...not a whine
For lunch was on hand and the day was half done
Another few hour of this great joyous fun
We started our reading ...we all read our books
We read...and we read...not a peep..not a look
I looked at the wall and the clock had said three
And the bell it was ring for the children and me
Goodbye all you sweet ones...whose such fun and such joys
Can't wait till tomorrow for you girls and you boys
Then all of a sudden my eyes opened wide
To the ring of my clock that just shook me inside
Yes it was all just a dream with my full day ahead
Of pencils and reading and kids to be fed
Oh what a thought ...if it could happen that way
A beautiful vision makes a beautiful day
So I.m back in my room and a voice soon speaks out
F from that box on the wall...with a shriek and a shout
A meeting at lunchtime that you all must attend
No excuses accepted...you must stay ..till the end
No I 'm not dreaming ...but this I will say
That tonight in my bed at the end of my day
I will lay down and dream of a wonderful thought
Of all the young children that all I have taught
Then all of a sudden my eyes opened wide
To the ring of my clock that shook me inside
Yes again I have dreamt and again I will say
Can't wait for my bed at the end of the day