May 26, 2019

Heavy

Each thread may be small

But woven together with their fellows

They all become

Heavy

The enamel and bronze are only parts

The engraving on the front can't even be felt

Pinned to the chest of the officer it can  feel

Heavy

A shot is small

1.5 ounces in volume

Added together over the night, those ounces will be

Heavy

The pieces and springs are tiny

Only bits of metal apart

It's when they are assembled that they become

Heavy

The threads of Kevlar are heavy

On the shoulders of the officer that wear it

A life time of pain is the reward

For staying alive for the career

The badge can be seen by all

It's a symbol of good to most

Of oppression to some

And to evil to a rare few

For some one is enough

For some one is the start

For some one leads to hangovers and dry mouth

For some one leads to courts and jails and death

A pistol on the hip is heavy

The power of death over life

Contained in a plastic and leather holster

At the ready to save or take a life

The Kevlar can't cover the mind

The shield won't keep the demons at bay

The drink will only numb the mind for a short time

And the pistol is the last resort

When it all gets too heavy

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