Men in black (Police)

Who called them our friends?
These men who crease the truth,
Their vileness echo far and wide,
They are friends where food is found.
Tell the men in black they are statues,
Their hearts are twice as dark,
Their guns tell tales of nothing at all,
In war, in robbery; in chaos, in crisis.
They are flimsy villains in an evil story,
Do they even know their curse?


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