The Law Rider
The man who owns the night wears a badge
it reads “sheriff department”
and he also has a shining gun –
starched uniform and stripes on his arms.-
He patrols the streets where the huddled lives,
those who are born losers and cannot escape
as they have lost the ability to dream.
The officer arrest a few as they are easy pray
and educational undernourished…
Handcuffs them and take them to a cell at the station,
more fodder for the penal industrial complex.
15 teen years on the beat, loves his work,
yet he has never solved a crime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem