Pigs on the Beat
 Thanks to everyone who participated in our May Poetry Feature. We’ll be moving away from poems for a bit, but look out for future special features and poetry projects!
   The breadth of corruption has eclipsed the surreal
arms of enforcement and tendons of steel
   Enforcers are charged with societies care
and they stomp on our rights as if they aren’t there
   With badges of tin and bullets of lead
one hint of dissent and you might end up dead
   In goosestep they march on the streets of the city
oppressing the masses without any pity
   Your mother, your son, the guy down the street
could all be a target for pigs on the beat
   So always remember, a cop’s never a friend
they are in place as a means to an end.
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