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they once viewed us as rent-a-cops and us they did reject
they saw us as unprofessionals and we garnered no respect
but after 9/11 society came to see
that we now live in a state of heightened security
we are now essential to every day living
there's no place you can go and not see a security officer who is not driven
we man the doors, we guard the gates, we are posted at the front desks
we are the front line defenders and we don't take any mess
we're America's security officers and security guards
and when it comes to keeping America safe we proudly do our part
no longer are we overlooked, no longer are we rejected
we are 32BJ strong the security officers who are respected
A perfect day in all our homes
Children play, and some times roam
With their mates, pals from school
As parents, how hard we rule?
Hours pass
As our brains vision
My child
Missing
Panic sets
Hope goes
Its only hours
Woe flows
Cops are called
Search is on
To determine where
This kid has gone
Tomorrows dawn
Parents drained
This day
Not the same
Files checked
Precinct ready
An officer has found a teddy
On broken ground
Not far from home
Where innocents are free to roam
Suspects checked
Known as they are
On this day
Have they gone too far
Officers view, but cannot say
As all around we all but pray
Days pass
As parents dread
Their little child
May be found dead
The phone rings
Hope or Hell
Voice choked
Tears swell
In a wooded clearing
Run down shack
A child is found
Thank the lord for that
This families prayers
As tears stream
Can wake up from this dream
All their hopes
And all their wishing
She's not Missing
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Today, I called the Police assistance line,
I was connected to the Police Station nearby.
The Officer asked 'What happened?".
I said "I desperately need some advices,
I was verbally harassed for months,
Till last week, I was physically assaulted.
When I was at the tram stop,
I decided to ignore her as I did before,
I even walked further away from her.
She followed me and hit me at the back.
The offender was someone who attended
And used the services as I did.
Every time, her excuse was,
I had a go at her male friend,
Whom I never had any interactions
Nor conversations.
Each time, she neared me,
She called me name and
Gave me a dirty look.
Sometimes, I saw her mumbling and whispering
To others while pointing and gazing at me.
Since then, those listened to her story,
Started taking turn to bully me individually.
Once, I was attacked from behind
By a four wheeled walker against my heels,
I reported some incidents in writing,
The management once told me
To deal with the issues myself.
Since then, all the harrassments happened
Away from the services' premises.
After listening to my story,
The Police asked me to get,
Her full name from the management.
I replied, due to privacy policy,
No name was allowed to given out.
Police said "Next time, carefully recording
The incident and call back.
We will see what we can do.
Take care"
I did not want any more incident.
I just what the management to help me,
By being with me and letting me talk
To the woman and her male friend.
If, I had have a go done anything against her male friend ,
Then, what rights did she had to treat me
Like the way she claimed I did.
I have been targetted and racially abused.
Nigerian people let us embrace the truth,
Bad Belly is Bad Belly
It is Bad Belly when your Father beats his chest,
And declares that "he is the giant of Africa,"
But he cannot boast of ordinary twenty four hours of
Uninterrupted power or water supply; your citizens are dying
In droves from lung cancer because of generator fumes
Bad Belly is when you say "you are a giant,"
But your children are dying in droves due to massive insecurity,
Investors are fleeing your country in droves;
Because the people who should protect them are underfunded, ill equipped and corruption breathes in every facet of our society
Bad Belly is when an Army officer gives you a dirty slap for being a good citizen, and a police officer who is standing by, says "esprit de corps to him and all correct sir," then orders you to turn the other cheek
It is Bad Belly when your Father says "he is a giant,"
But millions of graduates who toiled and paid millions to obtain their degrees have become beggars in their own country
It is Bad Belly when your yard is littered with gold, oil,
And all kinds of unquantifiable mineral resources,
But your citizens are dying in droves in an attempt to bail out of your country through the Mediterranean sea
It is Bad Belly when a defender clears a goal bound shot
From the goal line during extra time, and the coach labels him "a weak player" instead of a part on the shoulder; then turns around and invites a "basket" who greased his palms
Bad Belly is when you take your brand new car for an oil change which should cost no more than a few hundred Nairas, and the mechanic calls you and says a major overhaul of your car engine, carburetor, rack and pinion, odometer and shock absorbers, running into thousands of Nairas is needed
Bad Belly is when you are shedding tears of joy because
Life is good, but your neighbor who doesn't like seeing your ugly face says: "you are shedding crocodile tears."
Nigerians let us face the truth, : Bad Belly is BAD BELLY!
OK. You say we've got systemic racism
What should we do about it?
You should eliminate racism immediately
And how would you suggest we do that?
Simple: Terminate all racists today.
How can we tell who is racist?
Well, you know, by how they talk.
Can you be specific?
Sure. Like if they use the 'N-word.'
Well, that's been our policy for 25 years already.
Have you fired anyone?
Yes. We've fired 15 officers in 25 years.
No kidding?
No kidding. What else should we do?
You should fire any officer who uses excessive force in an arrest.
Well, we've fired eight of those types in the last ten years.
Really? I don't believe it.
Here are the files on all eight. Take a look.
Hmm... You're right... I guess you guys have been trying to, uh, well, ---
Eliminate systemic racism?! Yes, we've been working hard to do that.
So, I guess I don't have to take a knee anymore. At least, not here.
Perhaps not, friend.
Wit
Where were you when I was arrested at a public toilet for drinking
of a flask of brandy- the man beside me was a police officer out
to catch people like me who needed a drink to survive the tedium of
living in a provincial town in the middle of a landscape of cows
Where were you during the court case when the judge said I was
a disgrace, a plague on the backside of humanity, drinking in public
It is a serious crime, the buffoon thundered, throwing the gavel at me
It hit a guard in the head, who was knocked out
Where were you when I had to run the gauntlet of jeering reporters
and people pointed me out in the street, and a hush when
I entered a café, and the waitress refused to serve me coffee
You went on holiday in Spain, drinking red wine.
One time when I was in nursey school, Miss Shanahan had everyone sit in a circle and one-by-one say what we wanted to be when we grow up.
It was what you’d expect…
Doctor
Firefighter
Astro naught
Truck driver
Race car driver
Veterinarian
Police officer
Movie star
Baseball player
Actress
Princess
Detective
Engineer…and the like
Then it was my turn:
“What do you want to be when you grow up Bobby?”
I thought about it a minute, and said
“God.”
That threw her for a loop.
There was no braggadocio.
No narcissism, no conceit, no misplaced pride
I didn’t think I had a shot at it or anything.
Just seemed to me it would be the top job.
Can’t blame me.
Just him and I with his orange balloon
2 tickets for every ride
The ambiance played the strangest tune
The crowds of children cried
I secured the string around his wrist
The helium would help me to find
Just peace of mind to help assist
Incase he were left behind
My eyes were fixed on the orange marker
That set him apart from the rest
They quickly adjusted as it became darker
False security led to my quest
My eyes grew tired, the colors merged
I couldn't tell orange from red
My feet hit the floor, I was on the verge
Of anxiety driven dread
The crowd was mad and degenerate
I was weaving in and out in a panic
Not one soul was considerate
Instead, they seemed volcanic
The devil himself was there that night
Jumping from shell to shell
This once happy fair, became a fright
I surly tasted hell
A humble bench beside the restroom
Supported a sleeping officer
Awoken by me, his face turned gloom
Not exactly a cheerful enforcer
The darker the sky, the more vicious the swarm
Of people becoming possessed
The thunder growled, but produced no storm
Evil at it's very best
As I looked around for the second time
The crowd had disappeared
No happy ending for this rhyme
Exactly what I feared
No one spoke of an orange balloon
Or the boy attached to it
They say I fell into a swoon
Devised a fit and threw it
Speed through the corner, hear the tyres scream!
I'm alright, I'm a man, I'm alright, alright I am!
Car's going too fast - but still, point's got to be made!
I'm alright, car's alright, 'cos it's been driven by me and I'm a man!
Ponce in sports car needs to know
He's been beaten by me 'cos I'm a man! And I'm alright, alright I am!
Couple of pints down, here we go, another one for the road? Well, who's to know?
Stupid woman got in the cars way!!!
She's not alright, she's got to fight! She's dying now......she'll die today!
Police officer asks me why did this happen this way?
'Cos I'm a man, with an ego, I am. Trying to impress my mates, now a subject of hate!
'Cos I'm a fool who broke the rules, 'cos I'm a murderer - that so ain't cool.
My Dearest Most Only BeLoved Lenore, I woke up this morning with the warmth of the Sun cascading on my face.The morning Doves singing for YOUR Happiness in Glory.If YOU are reading this on YOUR way to the Pearly Gates to meet me, I won't be there but I ask a boon.Please go to the Door of Heaven for there YOU will find Martin Richard, 8 Years old; Krystle Campbell, 29; Lingzi Lu, I don't know how old she is but she's young and Chinese, which is not a language barrier in Heaven. All three should be joining YOU today,courtesey of the evil ; YOU do not know that thrives here on Earth. that's not all I ask YOU to Salute Officer Sean Collier, 26 he was a victim on the GOOD side for the betterment of man.(If they want they can each have a B O S T O N RedSox Pennent from those I gave YOU to hold FOR me.Tell Them, Their Family Loves them, the Community LOves them, Their Country LOVes Them, Their Leaders LOVEs them, and I'm
sure I and the "SOUPERS" LOVES Them. As for me my LOVE : Maybe Tomorrow.With LOVE for the EONS of Eternity,ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Husband Entwined as ONE.
Harry
Dedicated to the Victims of the Marathon Bombings
and the Officer that gave his life trying to Quell the Enemy.