Fighting Change and Protecting Routine
Why would a cop fight against peace and equality?
What a stable rut we’ve made:
A system that has cleared streets and fed our jails.
A routine that lets the pure prosper and keeps animals in their place.
There’s no way anyone would want to change.
Do I hear a disruption?
Dents in our methods
That come from nothing more than voices painted in different tones?
Today, it’s one mark of damage.
What will happen when more colors learn to flourish?
When we go on patrol,
We’ll have Ireland’s original color with us
Because screams do nothing against badges
Rainbows don’t shine bright enough to melt evasions
No one can catch and throw lead or rubber
And footage can be cut like the signs for a change.
My walls surround me
And brief success fills my lungs.
As I refresh myself in the bathroom,
I come face to face with an old friend.
“Hi, Adolf.”
About the Creator
Monique Star
I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.