Men in black (Police)

What happens when life is no longer safe?
The knight is black, and none is free
Strangers making beds for brothers
And weapons we form, turn against us
Trust no man, the birds would sing
Only the jingles in a pocket are free
Their palms are porous like sand
Thou shall not see and not collect
Who’s Law compared to Benjamin
Are we not leaving in a lawless world?

Victor Oyedele