We live in times of quick judgement
When decisions taken are sometimes bent
So coppers stand as targets unfairly drawn
Whilst others use the situation to scold and scorn
Stabbing by felons holds the stage
To attempt to kill in their rampage
Then the police officer is made to wear
Murder charges as we do despair
Why are charges laid so soon
That it makes your head to swoon
We who have worn the blue
Wonder what in his position would you do?
© Paul Warren Poetry
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The problems of the society and THE role of the police. Nice...10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments and rating.