On Facebook, I read about the men called devils,
The men in black are painted as thorns to the nation,
Police officers always painted as evil.
Although it was tagged a fiction,
Why not use judiciously your diction to change the narration?

What do you expect when some parents see the force as a rehab?
Can a curled dried-fish be straightened unbroken?
When possessors of morals distance themselves from being chosen,
Or those qualified are left unchosen.

The force is like a mirror of the society,
Reflecting the different behaviours in our society,
As we have the good, so we have the bad,
Is it all those men that are bad?

In the rain they are thoroughly drenched,
While others are in their shelters unwrecked,
They remain under the scorching sun not benched,
And in harmattan they're uncovered, without even a shirt round-necked.

From North to South they are called with different names,
From East to West described with idiotic and nonsensical memes.
Most people prefer killing a policeman to killing a snake,
Is it not blood that runs in their veins, for goodness' sake?

But when in trouble they are the first to be called,
Where others withdraw from, they enter.
Does the lives of those that paid the supreme price not matter?
Are these men that bad as they are called?

Who has written any good thing about the police force?
Or about the widows whose husbands were slain by armed robbers?
Or about the plight of the orphans whose fathers were gunned down by kidnappers?
Or about the sufferings of the kith and kin of those members of the force?

Haven't you heard of the Super Cop, Abba Kyari?
His name has been inscribed in many people's diary.
Do you know Francis Bissong?
PSSA EX-COP will always remember him like a hit song.

Tell the citizens we have new Sheriffs,
The Regulars are now on board,
Righting the wrong is the watchword,
We are blowing the melodious wind of change like guitar riffs.