In the late 60's and 70's,
They were called "Pigs."
In 2019, with a population
Gone mad,
Now it's graves for them we dig,
Oh how terribly cruel and sad!
No, not the killers, though!
They are set free to live
in Sanctuary Cities, you see.
Some Americans just do
Not want law and order!
Especially at ourSouthern Border.
Fentanyl is just a candy,
Don't you get it?
While others prefer death from drugs,
how about rape?
I bet the Police around an illegal's crime,
cannot even put up tape!
"How xenophobic of them!" the crowds
screaming.
CNN would shout and Don Lemon.
(the most arrogant) so proudly tout!
So, the next time you are in great need,
Please, call a gang member, or that
non-reported thief on your block.
Stop offing Policemen and Policewomen.
To their friends and families,.a most painful
loss and shock!
Dial a criminal?
See if these creeps will put their lives
on the line just for you.
They deserve death and indignation.
Of course, they won't even get a citation.
They have long lists of crimes to do.
Just pray the next time, it won't be you.
Panagiota Romios
3/6/2019
Categories:
policewomen, anger, political,
Form: Rhyme
COMING HOME
I came home at last across the seas
To my home country in South Dublin,
And stood soaking up the refreshing Irish mist,
Allowing the Manchester smoke to wash out of my lungs.
O’ Connell Street was busy as usual,
And the familiar glottal stops of Arabic drifted
Out from a traditional kebab take away,
In its doorway a tin whistle player and his hat of coins.
I watched the policewomen adjusting their hejabs
And very politely controlling the football crowd -
Stragglers from Croke Park,
Heading for Guinness and kebabs for supper.
Categories:
policewomen, home,
Form: Imagism
She's the albatross around my neck
The stone in my shoe
The barnacle on my bum
She younger than my mum.
She follows me around the town
And I'm not sure what to do
She even got jealous when a talked to a lady of 92
I didn't want to hurt her feelings
But
I told her she was mad in the head
And why shouldn't she follow
Someone else instead.
With mournful watery eyes
Then to comfort her
I held her in my arms
It's then she handcuffed me
And I heard a police car alarm.
I'd been mistaken for a convict who'd
Escaped from jail
Now I've been here 15 years
As all my appeals have failed.
Just my luck who in their right mind would follow me
I get out of jail next week
I wonder if they will be
A hundred poetry women
Not policewomen following me
Well I can dream can't I.
Categories:
policewomen, betrayal, confusion, fantasy, funny,
Form: Free verse