Sirens and lights.
I refuse to go out alone at night.
This police state.
Has me filled with fright.
And no,
I’m definitely not all right.
They tased me in the brain.
50,000 volts.
And the badge wearing patrolmen just laugh.
To think I once protected them . . .
So I roam alone with few friends.
Cuz most I meet,
The violence they defend.
“It’s justified.” “You deserved it.”
“They keep us free.”
They tell me.
Free of what?
This anxiety?
This PTSD?
It makes no sense.
I did nothing wrong.
Yet they tell me I’m the problem,
Has it been this way all along?
Here they come again.
Hovering so low.
Looking at me through their scope.
Crushing all my hope.
Ah well.
Screw it.
We just have to move on.
It is what it is.
That’s what I tell my kids.
There’s nothing we can do.
The trust is gone.
There’s no way to correct this wrong.
So as my heart beats faster.
And my hands shake wildly,
I just deal with this anxiety.
And do what they tell me,
I stay calm.
As I was all along.