Poetry: Police brutality - by Eve Mrumba

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by Eve Mrumba

Created on: February 14, 2008 Last Updated: August 19, 2009

The prisons of the plights
we make our risings to,
the placid air turns frigid,
and the gleam of lights is ahead,
watching, waiting, aiming, firing,
the despair of the capture
and the hunt of the vigilante.
It is the dark night,
between the shadows
where the silence echoes
and wathces, waits, aims, fires.

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by Joanne Wood

I wonder if you'd still critique
If you knew what he'd done, until just last week.
The law is there to protect
Young or old
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by John Bizelli

Stand tall brave warrior clad neatly in uniform
Authority granted
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by Stocker Wiley

Gut sunk deep
Cut Knuckles
Bloody Baton
Tear gas
Mace
A swift kick to the groin
Stomp stomp stomp
Spit
Shark frenzy
Sorrounding chum
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by Eve Mrumba

The prisons of the plights
we make our risings to,
the placid air turns frigid,
and the gleam of lights is ahead,
watching,
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by Bri Mark

'' God Help You If You Drive ''

I've burgled, raped and pillaged,

but I find it really funny,

the police don't try to

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