The man who owns the night wears a badge
it reads “sheriff department”
and he also has a shining gun –
starched uniform and stripes on his arms.
He patrols the streets where the huddled live,
those who are born losers and cannot escape
as they have lost the ability to dream.
The officer arrests a few as they are easy prey
and educational undernourished…
Handcuffs them and takes them to a cell at the station,
more fodder for the penal industrial complex.
15 teen years on the beat, loves his work,
yet he has never solved a crime.