Where are the Good Cops?
When I was little, very little
I dreamt of becoming a good cop,
Not a criminal one; not a dirty mop.
I would have liked to arrest the biggest criminal.
I thought that Police Officers existed
To serve and protect,
Not to lie, destroy, and murder their subject.
Back then, the good cops affected
Their communities in a positive way;
They protected everyone on the subway.
Where are the good cops now?
Right now, many jerks are carrying powerful guns.
I ponder, I wonder, I honestly wonder, how
Can so many creeps, so many goons
Presently call themselves Police Officers,
Detectives, investigators or commissioners?
Too many in the force are under-educated,
Miseducated and not-educated enough
To be in that important position. This is tough
To digest, hard to accept this reality in this corrupted
Environment. The bad or criminal cops
Should not carry guns. They should be hired to use "mops"
In the streets, so we can enjoy our life and our peace.
I still love cops, the good ones who stand for justice,
The honest ones who do not behave criminally,
The conscientious officers who are fair, just and friendly.
One day, I hope to put in good words for the Police Officers,
Who serve their communities professionally like our brave firefighters.
Copyright© December,2014, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
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