Protect and ServeA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionLock in and take your weapon off of safety.... run up on an innocent vic and ask them what have you done lately? Flashing metallic credentials at the usual suspects, which they suspect won't be a problem if he was to meet his untimely death. Even if they blow the life out of his fiancee's breath. Even if harm was happening on the right, they wanted to shoot left. Even an innocent man in the wrong place can be too much responsiblity for another man to accept. Right? So, lock in and take your weapon off of safety.... instead of fifty, it would've been a hundered shots, maybe. Vigilante-style, is that a pistol he's reaching for? Maybe. Raise your piece and FIRE! FIRE AWAY! Three men versus a back-up call, and fire away is the first thing they say.... then spit on a soul newly seperated by excusing deadly force as consequences of a thugs actions. What happens when those actions are just those of a regular guy? What happens now that they took another life? They just pop the badge back on, holster their pistols and talk more s**t. Even though the testimony was non-descript, they still remembered they were the victims. I guess serving a man with fifty shots is better than them doing the paperwork and hauling us off to prison. Another taunting victory goes to.... the NYPD. © 2008 Mr. Deft DictionAuthor's Note
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