The numbers in thousands
Quietly hushed
When pressure mounts
The courts are pushed
To find excuses alibis
Cameras turned off
In police custody suites
The punches the kicks.
Not recorded or claimed
No conscience no shame.
Life taken cheaply
Resisting arrest
An excuse often used
Often broadcast
By police side by side
These men of the cloth
Uniforms protecting
Violence, the cosh.
Its corrupt and vile
Courts in their favour
Beefed up by government
Wanting a favour
Thousands of lives
Over the years
No real appeal
For family or tears.
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When violations are quietly condoned by those in power there is little recourse. A powerful poem of outrage.
thanking you, for whats brushed under the carpet governments should be ashamed
Highlighting the abuse by police but also by all goverments and places of power that continue to cover up abuse, powerful write and well expressed
thanking you
You are very welcome
A fine write, N56.
many thanks, much appreciated
I love this
very kind of you, thanks
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