Saturday, January 31, 2009

police lockup

In police lockup
You are left there
On the cold cement floor
The police don’t care

Amongst the other detainees
Sweat out under the warm humidity
The police don’t give you a kind gesture
You are treated as a law breaker
There is no mercy for you

Under interrogation
A few officers come to intervene
Playing the bad and good cops
Belittling you telling you stories
Calling you names you just can’t believe it

The mental tortures
The physical abuses
Sitting on block of ice
Stripping naked cold burning flow
With the fan switching on
You are at the mercy
Of the uniformed police

The police want information
The faster it is the better equipped
In the end you give up
Telling what they want to know
Repeating it like a robot
Though you don’t believe a word of it
It is just to get back to life normalcy

In police lockup
You aren’t giving a good night sleep
The police want you to break up
So you can give in

When you are a police informer
You are treated with some respect
Going in going out easily
Do your job life will be easy

For the first timer
It will be a hellish experience
You never want to stay in police lockup
Cold cement floor dreams will disappear
For a time

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