A salty policeman struggles to hold a
stranger’s hand. Spirited skateboard park
meetings force him from the comfort
of a cruiser along an uneven path through
downtown streets- wearing muddy boots
that crush his aspirations. They can
manage the stress, but where trust once
existed media stripped completely away. Recall
when police risked their lives for “strangers,” yet
you knew them and they knew you, back when the
word “neighborhood” held meaning. You’d call us
during an emergency and wouldn’t dare to ask
me to raise your kids or scare them straight for you.
Civil disputes between childish adults tear
at the very foundation of our society.
Yes, we’re wired for scary things: to
hunt active shooters, protect the innocent,
and enforce the law- no matter how antique.
But, integration hoping to crush robots lies
in another galaxy. Handle your human problems
and we’ll chase then confront evil, head-on,
so you can pretend it does not exist.
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