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
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