POlice from a poke in the Third Eye

Police (with ‘leveller’)

Part 1

I’ve met some lovely police Who were kind, considerate and polite

But mostly they were arseholes Who just wanted to start a fight

A bunch of legalised criminals Who love to fuss and fight           

A good day’s work for them would be To see me put in prison

It’s not ethics or morals they uphold But a corrupt and unjust system...

Police they like to commit crime Without having to do the time

Police will scream into your face Without the risk of a court case

Police will threaten you with violence Without any legal interference

Police scare us with intimidation Without a judge ruling against them

Police will push people around Knowing they’ll never face a lawyer’s gown

Police will use taser and truncheon Without the risk of going to prison...

I’m sure Keeping the peace is what the police Used to be known for But I’m afraid

I don’t believe That’s their priority anymore

It’s keeping us under control And keeping us in line

In whatever way they fancy With no risk of doing time

Police take pride in being The boot boys of the state

It’s you they’ll put in prison When its them who deserve that fate

The sheer amount of crimes That the police commit daily

Should lead them to be constantly In and out of the Old Bailey

Your property they can damage Without having to do the porridge

They can smash your door down Without the risk of going down

And because of equal opportunities They’ll rough up the old and frail

Just like they rough the young ones up With no risk of going to jail

The ill, the disabled, the vulnerable too; And don’t you dare go out protesting

It’s just the excuse some bastard PC needs To come and kick your head in

They’ll use coercive tactics To prove that we’re all guilty

It doesn’t matter if that’s not In accordance with reality

They’ll wind you up and goad you Prod you and make you angry

Then when you stick up for yourself They’ll get fucking handy

We need protecting from the police They should be under lock and key

Instead they are rewarded With a monthly salary

So let’s treat them how they treat us: With complete and utter contempt

‘Cos all police are guilty Until proven innocent

Part 2

So I have a personal story About a peeler in the constabulary

Who arrested me and gave me a toeing After finding and reading this poem...

And it goes like this:

Rough members of the public Don’t really bother me

I keep out the way of anyone Behaving antisocially

But panic is a guarantee Accompanied with anxiety

Anytime that I see A copper walking up to me

Even when I’ve done nothing wrong Guilt is what I feel

Filth can smell the fear on you And they move in for the kill

Empty my pockets, fleece me down Then they found this poem on my phone

People asked if I’d been in an accident When I finally got back home

 Part 3 ‘The leveller’

In medieval times I had a problem With a nasty neighbour

I couldn’t defend myself from them So I looked around for a saviour

A burly lad offered his skills to me“I’ll protect you, but I charge a fee”

And thereon my troubles they did cease Behold! It was the birth of the police

An excerpt from 'A Poke in the Third Eye' by Sam Marsh.