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a job is a job in this day and age, but one has the rights to take your rights away. to serve and protect or hurt and neglect, supposed to keep us safe but strike fear in our hearts with every move we make. on any given night, walking down the street, they choose to stop by and sweep you off your feet. your face meets the ground, your jaw cracks in two, but that's what "resisting arrest" gets you. another high school jock becomes a cop. ready to smash your face for gender or race. no matter what you do, they’ll pin something on you, there's no escape from irrational hate. you run and you run but you cannot win. their final say the laws with them. you cannot reach for freedom of speech when the ones in charge won't let you speak. there's no time for wishful thinking in this state of social unrest. with bullets flying people are dying, live in the hands of a badge and vest. you have no say in when you walk away and if you do you're “lucky". one infringement of what they said can leave you staggering or dead.

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