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Poetry: The Police are Coming by Keamogetsi Joseph Molapong

The Police are Coming
by 
Keamogetsi Joseph Molapong
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Look about you
And be wary of them
They are coming in uniforms
Stained fresh with the blood of a young
Man they had just murdered in full public view
In cold blood with no remorse nor respect for life
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Watch them come
In numbers, with muscles
Filled with hate and disillusionment
Armed to the teeth by the taxpayer and
Paid from state coffers bled dry by police
State machinery, ready to insult, maim and kill
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Forget about Chapter 3
Strip yourself of all human rights
Burn your constitution for the police
Are above the supreme law of the country
Remove Article 11 from basic police training
Institute fear and hopelessness in the community
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The police are coming
Criminals and civilians alike
Are running, scattering into silence
Current and currently axed lovers and wives
Crippled by fear, by government-funded guns
Taking aim, spitting fire, piercing flesh, fast-tracking death. 


This poem was first published on Facebook by Namibian poet, Keamogetsi Joseph Molapong, on the 3rd of December, 2019. This is an original work. All rights reserved by the author/poet/originator. Follow him on Facebook: Keamogetsi Joseph Molapong.   

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