The Patrol Men

The poignant pain of the human beings
Their worse behavior and fears
Come from all corners of town, spilling
On the lap of a patrol man and his peers.

They go riding from street to street,
All the dark corners imbedded in their brains.
Sometimes they’ll need wings on their feet
To pursue the lost and justice give to the slained.

Catching a speeder is a friendless job,
Most forget the risk for accidents and death.
It might all seem in the road a distant blob,
Until one is fighting for his last breath.

Not always the lost souls are caught,
Not always the system follows thru.
But if there is one less murder or fraud,
It was worth the work, and praise is due.

All the sweat and tears, the struggle and blood,
And still keeping balance and inner strength;
In a world lacking honor and brotherhood,
May we pray for the weak and the patrol men.

KBS, October, 2008.