Men in black (Police)

Are you looking for law and order?
In stations painted with urine that sting your nose a little,
Designed with clicks of empty guns here and there,
An insecure abode.
The new men in black are the thugs on the street,
Beneath their berets is a burning desire
To squeeze out an absent trust,
As subtle as an angry mans temper,
A peace force whose tails cannot be touched.
Can we find friendship in these fiends?

Younglan Louis