ACAB aren’t they?

I see you copper – hassling an 80 year old protesting a private company knocking down a tree that was planted as a war memorial,
and I see you copper – holding the hand of an old woman collapsed in the streets and you’re reasurring her until an ambulance arrives.

I see you copper – breaking windows and destroying travellers’ homes
for no readily discernable reason,
and I see you copper helping the people of Grenfell to safety when their homes were burning.

I see you copper – “Stop and Search” on young black lads because … they’re  young and black,
and I see you copper dancing with those same kids during carnival.

I see you copper leaving “well alone” when Savile tells you “we’re waiting until midnight as she’ll be 16 then“,
and I see you copper in tears when the victims of rape gangs and child abuse are giving evidence in court.

I see you copper cavalry charging the miners on the picket line,
wading into ’em to teach them a lesson.

I see you copper as you put bullets into Jean Charles de Menezes
when you misidentified him as a terrorist,
and I see you copper as you lie face up in the road outside the Libyan Embassy with life leaking out of your young body.

I see you copper at the Leppings Lane end hitting the hands of those trying to get climb to safety out of the crush of bodies,
and I see you copper with hands, arms and hair burnt as you helped the victims of the Bradford City fire escape with their lives.

Je vous vois flic alors que vous vous échangez contre un otage sachant que cela pourrait vous coûter la vie.
(I see you copper when you readily exchange yourself for a hostage knowing that it could cost you your life.)

I see you copper; but  I do not understand you.


Dedicated to the Arnaud Beltrame, Yvonne Fletcher, Keith Palmer

It makes no sense to me

I’m quite happy that society
values my intellectuality
and allow me to work
in an area I like

But to get to work
I catch your bus
You take me where I need to go
to work with my intellectuality

But I can’t see why society
values my intellectuality
over you transportality
It makes no sense to me

I sometimes need to use
the car instead of the bus
It takes me where I need to go
to work with my intellectuality

But I need to fuel the car
And it’s to you I come
You provide the fuel I need to go
to work with my intellectuality

But I can’t see why society
values my intellectuality
over you commerciality
It makes no sense to me

And if that car breaks
then I don’t have a clue
I have to bring my car to you
despite my intellectuality

You fix it and get me on my way
with a minimum of fuss
in under half a day
I’m back to work with my intellectuality

So I really can’t see why society
values my intellectuality
over you practicality
It makes no sense to me

After a day at work
I’m tired and need a break
I come to you to get served
and rest my intellectuality

You fetch me drinks,
you make my tea,
you serve me food,
you refresh my intellectuality

So I really can’t see why society
values my intellectuality
over you hospitality
It makes no sense to me

And for a bigger break
I turn to tunes
the music
soothes my intellectuality

Except for the exhalted few
who play to stadia
and cause real queues
society doesn’t really value you

But I really can’t see why society
values my intellectuality
over you musicality
It makes no sense to me

(A work in progress)