This is really just a job. <br /> <br />I never think of the perks my job affords me. <br /> <br />Sure, they were the reason for joining the Brotherhood of Blue, but three months now and I've already forgotten I carry a deadly weapon at my side. <br /> <br />The free coffee from the corner store feels more like a friendly gesture. <br /> <br />The fruit from the street vendor a kindness among friends <br /> <br />The deference of suspects a natural result and proof of their guilt. <br />We both know what I can do if they disrespect me. <br /> <br />I carry a deadly weapon at my side. <br /> <br />My partner shares my thoughts like a brother. A partner would never snitch. Never tell another soul if I needed to express my displeasure on a perp. <br /> <br />None of New Yorks Finest would. It's the code. <br /> <br />We are elite among citizens. We are elite among law enforcers. We are modern Samurai... slowly turning Ronin as the whispers of terrorism fades. <br /> <br />I'll do whatever it takes to make myself useful to my feudal lord, my Captain. <br /> <br />I carry a deadly weapon at my side. <br /> <br />But this is really just a job.<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cu-29/
