Security guards walk past while they are on guard <br />with traffic lights, street lights gleaming <br />they are armed, in boots and uniforms <br />while some wait smoking outside of the cafe <br />and then they get into three patrol cars <br />and outside its raining buckets full and its night <br />and I wonder what Rembrandt would have made of this <br />before some become distant in the rain <br />and the cars of others suddenly come to life <br />with screaming tires, flashing lights <br />while they talk on their radios <br />and some run fast down the street. <br />with concern on some faces <br />while cars swerve at full speed around a corner.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-watch-8/
