Dear Mr. Police, dear society

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I need help, too, at times,
but I’m afraid to call, then die,
by the hand that’s supposed 
to protect me and my children’s lives.
How can I trust you when I know,
you were drilled to kill.
I’m driving ... 

... read full poem here: Dear Mr. Police, dear society
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