Honour by Darwin Blake
You stand in line.
Give it all.
Bitter words and fists are thrown.
Such evil looks.
You get each day.
Calm and cool.
They grind you down.
If you fight back.
Then you are the fiend.
Dictated on by high above.
You face each day not knowing when.
Their fists and knives and bullets come.
Get praise when great.
But not enough.
You deserve it all.
For what you do.
Protect us all.
From harm and hate.
But still nothing gained.
But still they hate.
Justice is blind.
Or so they say.
I’m sorry you fell.
On this dark day.
Read about what inspired Darwin’s poem: Fiona Bone And Nicola Hughes, Unarmed Female Police Officers, Killed In U.K.
This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.
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