I am normal.
I am kind,
Don’t see colour
Or ever find
The police treat me bad.
They are kind.
No special treatment
I once got fined
For driving drunk
They didn’t mind.
Sent me on my way
So I’m inclined
To love those cops
Who didn’t grind
My bones to paste
Or shoot me in my exposed back
Or kill me for talking back
Or cuff me for speaking out
Or night stuck me for a single shout
That war is for the battlefield
And not for those with badge and shield
Who hate the poor they guard all night
When really if they knew what’s right
They’d turn their eyes from the pitch
They’d join the horde and eat the rich.