the safe house
it was a case
of mistaken identity
they claimed
having kicked in the door
and taking away
the fat cat
I remember crying
afterwards
for two or three days
afraid next time
it would be me
they were coming for
march two thousand twenty-three
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Are we living in a time wherein more home invasions are committed by law enforcement than criminals?
I’m with you there, Carl, and that is the seed that started this poem last night. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.