One afternoon <br />just after returning from work <br />there was a knock on the front door <br /> <br />and three military policemen <br />with flat orange hats, <br />and orange arm flashes <br /> <br />demanded to come in <br />and wanted to search my place <br />as somebody had told them <br />that I was a friend of someone <br /> <br />for whom they had an arrest warrant <br />for not turning up to camp <br />and the simpletons thought <br />that I was hiding him. <br /> <br />Being in the citizens force, <br />I intensely disliked the military police <br />and knew that he was quite safe from them <br />and showed them the gate <br />which made them really angry, <br /> <br />but they were furious <br />when I told them that I knew <br />where to find him <br /> <br />and that they could go <br />to the local police station <br />where he was on duty.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-military-police/
