Cop Out

A time may tell me where in time I am,
But time I cannot tell why a black van
Spews forth men of evil intent, their souls
All black, and their bodies spent; my controls
Now falter and I cannot see the light
Behind the silver lining, all a fright
For my life, uncertain of what's in store,
Yearning to live, to experience more.
Yet strange as time seems for not stopping men
From doing vile acts, it astounds me when
It conveys through the senses my rescue;
For then is my spirit lifted to new
Heights at the sound of my friend now outside.
For his courageous deeds fill me with pride.

                 Cop Out, (c) Luke Bennette, July 2012