Poetry: The Police are Coming by Keamogetsi Joseph Molapong

The Police are Coming

Keamogetsi Joseph Molapong

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

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

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

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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