Police - The Gawkers Poem by Paul Warren

Police - The Gawkers



I've seen most things in my life
Whilst working through other people's strife
There is one thing that I can't work out
Is why some people want to gawk about?
If they knew what it was really like
They would turn around and get on their bike

I have been where people have died
And had to push my way through those who spied
I have been called a pig and oinked at too
Whilst trying to hold back as sickness grew
People have asked me as I worked
Is it bad in there - oh what a jerk?

I would think if they had to do
What I have done and worked on through
Touching the dead and doing it right
Was always to me a really hard fight
But the gawkers will always be there to see
And one day they may find what it really is like to be me.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Saturday, August 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: police
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Going to crashes and places where people have been injured or died you always have to push through the gawkers
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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