Dark Poetry #3 |
PIGS |
G. A. Webb Member
since 2000-01-21
Posts 441Stanton, California, USA |
Shakedown Terror in the streets Inflicting pain an hardship On the people he meets Pig Pig That’s all that you are Feeling high and mighty In your black and white car A child dead Lying in a pool of blood His only crime was having a toy Now he’s lifeless in the mud Guilty all Condemned without a trial Locking up the innocent As you wear your sickly smile Men scream Behind your bolted doors Fulfilling all the twisted thoughts Your fantasy implores Above the law You hide behind your shield Going home to do the drugs You found while in the field Home again You beat upon your wife Then blame it on society For that’s your putrid life One day The people will rise Exposing the hypocrisy That’s found within your lies… They always have been And they always will be Nothing more Than pigs to me G. A. Webb 02/05/03 Regret not that which you have done, |
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Black Swan Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 165on the moon |
that was raw.excellent. ~Talia |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
This is a fine write but my saying that does not say that I agree with your statements. I get the impression that you would line all policemen up on your firing range and that is not fair in my mind, good and bad are intermingled through no fault of their own, let's not label them all bad, just those that are. I be me BUT who does me be? |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
I also like this piece,without agreeing with the content.Well written and definatley express's how you feel about the "pigs" well. |
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G. A. Webb Member
since 2000-01-21
Posts 441Stanton, California, USA |
I thank you all for reading and commenting on this piece and I respect the fact that you do not share the feelings behind it. I didn’t expect you to. But to add a little insight into this piece I will tell you this. I have been arrested on more than one occasion for crimes I didn’t commit. The first time was when I was 10 years old living with my grandmother in a small town in Texas for breaking and entering into a warehouse I had never even seen before. Why, because I was from California. Even as I type this, a copy of the fingerprint card hangs on my bulletin board. The second time was when I was 14, also in that same small town in Texas, when I was arrested, charged and interrogated for attempted murder. Why, also because I was from California and considered a bad seed and because my grandmother, whom my brother and I were staying with, lived next door to the crime scene. Needless to say, I did not do that either. But that did not stop them from not only accusing my brother and I but to actually charge us for it. That is until the truth came out. Then, more recently, 4 years ago to be exact, I was arrested, strapped to a chair by my arms, legs, chest and abdomen and then beaten as they forcibly extracted blood, which was a violation of my civil rights by the way, for a DUI. I was the backseat passenger of that car but the Huntington Beach police lied on the police report condemning me once again for a crime I did not commit. 8 months and $5,000.00 later the DA had no choice but to drop the charges against me because the truth had come out, giving them no case against me. I simply didn’t do it, but I was brutalized none the less. And on another note, the stanza I wrote referring to the dead child really happened as well, once again by the hands of the HBPD a few years back. While in pursuit of a robbery suspect in Huntington Beach the officers encountered a child with a bright orange and yellow toy gun. They shot and killed him. Why, because he was carrying a toy. Did he disserve to die for that? I think not. And, as a final note, as far as me wanting all the police lined up for a firing squad…I feel that would be far too merciful. Thank you all once again for taking the time to read and comment on this piece. I hope now you have a little more understanding as to where the inspiration came from. It was a long time coming, but it had to be said. Thank you. G. A. Webb Regret not that which you have done, |
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