Police - Bright Colours Back Light The Night Poem by Paul Warren

Bright colours back light the night
Driving the mean streets mourning the right
The police radio is the sound track made
Of life's never ending ills that do not fade
The windscreen is a barrier to the world
When it's more than the law being upheld

As my police life is lived in segments
Of each encounter without sentiment
If I will see another day
May not even be in my say
I sometimes think I am draining away
One moment at a time without my say

Maybe it's not the choices that I make
It's keeping it together and not see the hate.

© Paul Warren Poetry