We roll beneath the cypress shade,
With radar humming through the glade—
A silent beam, it marks your speed,
Before you even see the deed.
The dash cam blinks, an unblinking eye,
Recording truth you can’t deny.
The body cam hums a steady tune,
Every whisper caught by noon.
A license plate reader scans the air,
Numbers flash—a silent snare.
If you’re wanted, or your tag expired,
It chirps—a hunter newly wired.
Computer mounts glow in the night,
Dispatch sending left and right.
GPS maps where each soul roams,
Drawing paths back to their homes.
Thermal sight through swampy dark,
Can spot a heartbeat—leave its mark.
The mic in my collar hears your plea,
And streams it straight to the deputy.
Don’t think the backseat’s just for rest—
It’s steel and shield, a lawful nest.
Your rights are read, your hands confined,
While satellites keep you in line.
So when you see that bar of blue,
Know tech and training ride there too.
We don’t just follow—we foresee,
By lens, by code, by law, by key.
In God We Trust
Resign
Free speech
None shall assert over peace
An assembly of law
Against the Union
Line is Held
Constitution is boundary
That all men aren't created equal in time
None shall avoid record of line.
Your position igniting and release of cinder
In citation of violation
As action as ridicule
Arresting speech rather than resigning
God In Which We Trust
Defines freedom of speech
None shall capture and divise self interesting reserves of provisional supply of the Union.
Creation of poverty's length is drawn against liberty
Starving allegiance
One origin of incedence is little Caesars thousand oaks
Indifferent by intent
Cliche Spending Patters in Petrol
Creation of audit
And mis alignment
Thank you for your submission
they swagger in badges
hallways of fluorescent lies
drag me by the collar
into their personal theater of power
guns gleam like broken promises
questions barked through gritted teeth
hands cuffed before words finish
justice danced on cold linoleum floors
they say order is sacred
while stomping the petals of freedom
paper walls of our rights
tear under boot heels
every knock at midnight
echoes the guillotine’s whisper
we’re born equal on paper
but in their hands, paper bleeds dry
and still—
we hope for mercy
in the belly of this machine
she had to wander
as his hidden wounds
the closing doors
the grampa's lost
haunting songs of remorse
her mothers painting
his brothers dance's
Power is enforce
Downgrade by soft or hard means
To win enemies.
Life is a debt,
One needs to abate;
Followers, they are right,
Aggressors, they will be guided.
WE THE PEOPLE of the United States are the American Militia
We are the ultimate first responders
We confront the criminal, the weather event, the catastrophe
We as law abiding citizens own the Arms to save lives
While waiting for needed, professional first responders
We as American Militia may assist our professional
Law Enforcement Officers who confront
The challenges to life
With their lives
For our lives
We are eternally grateful and indebted to them:
OUR HEROS
There was a chef famous for his quiche
Crowds came in and paid lots of baksheesh
Feds came into town
they busted his crown
for his quiche was sprinkled with hashish
Law enforcement is a tough job no doubt. Even justified action, can cause the masses to shout. Things are not always as they seem, if you mind your PDQ’s, you can walk and negotiate the beam. Like a tight rope walker, sometimes hard to walk, but easier if you temper, and gentle your talk. You watch over us, but who watches over you? Maybe, if called upon, the spirit of Elliot Ness, can help all of you negotiate this mess. Overzealousness, of a few, have caused the rest like a skunk to smell, pew! As for me, a muse of words, I can be your best friend, or hold your feet to the fire. If you choose good karma, you can actually inspire. Preventing the wolves in the cities, from hunting in packs. Thinking only they, are capable of fairness and equal payback. In their collective minds, Raised in the street, there eyes black as coal, I look but see no soul. they don’t see you as a man or woman, mother or father, with hearts and souls, but as game to be hunted, for sport, collecting your lives as toll.
To those who nightly watch are keeping
while the rest of us are sleeping;
to those who keep our streets secure,
with valiant heart and conscience pure---
whose oath to serve and guard is true;
we recognize the ones in blue.
For hours long and shifts mundane---
in cold and heat, in snow and rain;
for stoic duty to commission
while facing danger and derision;
for saving lives by laying theirs down,
we honor those who wear the brown.
To those we count upon to answer
in times of crisis or disaster,
whose sirens bring the hope of aid,
whose presence makes us less afraid,
whose arms defend us from attack:
We salute the ones in black.
May the faces of those they have protected
in their badges be reflected;
the crucial service they perform
remembered by their uniforms.
For all the noble work they do,
thank God for those who wear the blue.
(ROMANS 13:1-4)
Blah blah blah, opinions from the ditch.
These unwanted comments really make my backside itch.
So many point their fingers without knowing, all of the facts.
Such ignorance and stupidity, is really lacking tact.
Arrogance and politics will always bring about a tear.
People like George Soros can kiss my big white rear.
Foreign intervention is not in our needs.
Wake up America and stop these dirty deeds.
Here is your conspiracy theory, brought forth in black and white.
There is another group that’s causing us all to fight.
Has common sense now left us?
Why throw others under the bus?
The cops are here to help us they don’t always cuff and bust.
We need to deal with facts and start building up our trust.
Can you imagine where we would be, if not for our brothers in blue?
Society would crash and burn and we would all be screwed.
Fanatical Enforcement of the Law
By Elton Camp
Because it was parked illegally on the street,
This vehicle with the zealous cop did meet
If anyone dares to use the “No Parking” zone,
When he comes back, then his car will be gone
That it was a hearse and a funeral underway
Doesn’t matter for, “The law all must obey”
The pallbearers brought the casket out the door
But the hearse wasn’t parked there anymore
LAW ENFORCEMENT POEM
Law enforcement Poem
Saint Peter put away your knife, if judgement
Has come from god to us in HIS OWN SON
Than how can anyone justify the use of force take ofF thy gun oh lawfull man and
follow him who made the law and told us to just love someone take off the badge
before it decays and turns the dirt and mud of am back into dust the dust that we
all are made of. IFF the people are afforded law than let it come in the form of
GOD and not from a fragment of the earth a piece of lead to take my worth please
heed my prayer and take me at my word eye don't want law to shoot me with its
gun.
Learn to obey the GOLDEN rule and kiss the SON.
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