I have a social conscience which is a part of my all
Whilst I’m on duty I am at their beckoned call
I buy charity tickets from a booth as a passer-by
The refugee documentaries always make me cry
When I am with my friends I am the first to say
In our discussions if as a society we should pay
One night whilst out to dinner with a dear friend
We were drawn to a fight that was no pretend
We joined the by-standers and saw it was at an end
Someone had called the police and they did attend
One of fighters was lying bleeding badly all around
The police were treating him on the ground
One came up and asked for my help to be given
I said I wouldn’t and wanted their rights to be driven
You see you can’t be too careful of the police
And make sure they do it right at the very least
Because I have a social conscience don’t you see
When I have a chance I will tell this story about me.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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