Short Enforcers Poems

I can see those enforcers, shuffling their feet;
 And I’ve heard of all the stories, only they would repeat.
 But when they're scrambling for cover; away from the heat;
 Like everybody else; they’re only keeping  the beat.
          Who is it that's drumming; who write's the score?
          And what runs procedure, behind those closed doors?
          My windows are shaded, I’m hiding  you see;
          And who ever that they're after; I hope it's not me...

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