Police - It's Still Coppering To Me Poem by Paul Warren

Police - It's Still Coppering To Me



They can change the names
From Local Service Areas
To Divisions and Districts
But it's still coppering to me

You can go unarmed
Or carry a revolver or semi-automatic
Have a baton or pepper spray
But it's still coppering to me

You can drive a cruiser
Walk the beat together
Ride a bike or a bicycle
But it's still coppering to me

They can drink or take drugs
Be diverted without court
Stop their licence without driving
But it's still coppering to me

Children who are not cared for
Others beaten and alone
No home to call their own
But it's still coppering to me

People will be killed
Or simply they will die
All for investigation
But it's still coppering to me

When they go out at night
They need to feel safe
When they are together
But it's still coppering to me

You can change the uniform
Change the tools and other things
The years will pass by in time
But it's still coppering to me.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Friday, September 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: police
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Years come and go but the job of policing is still same.
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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