Given the metal detectors, long and rushed lines, <br />unfamiliar surroundings, and general intimidation <br />of a big city court house for a country boy, <br />I count my blesings that the casualties were only three: <br />One steel fork as weapon I did not guess <br />Knowing a pencil can serve as shive; <br />One Fisher bullet space pen gift; <br />Respect for politicians who lack the courage <br />To face the color gray.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/casualties-of-civic-duty/
