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A dirty cop,
Doesn't deserve a gun,
Reflecting glinting light,
As if were a trophy,
Held proudly-
With intent,
To kill people,
Who have done nothing wrong.
Their badges shine,
But have blood splatters on them,
But they'll wash those off,
Like they don't matter.
And they'll go home,
Sleep in their beds,
Guiltless,
While another man is dead.
But that's okay-
It's fine!
They're in uniform,
It's their right.
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Poetry❝Dreamer is too pretty of a word: A breath of wistful naivety, Masquerading as the oxygen of hope in our lungs. It reads as a fantastical tale of serendipity, In the novel, Life- Written in our name.❞ Highest ranking: #58 in poetry
