The Corrections Officer's Creed
Current mood: cold
The Corrections Officer's Creed I walk through the gate of wrought iron, under arbors of razor wire. The clanging shut of all the gates, is the start of my day. Wondering some where deep in my mind if I will walk out the same way. Voices raised in anger, are the first words of my day, garbage flying down from the tiers reign upon my head. Words of hate and ridicule are their daily song. Why you here boss man? What did you do wrong? Not a blessed thing Human rights are a funny thing, guaranteed to us at birth. But as a guard within these walls, I am sorely hurt, I am spit upon, and cursed out loud. Have urine thrown upon me. All of this is by the ones, the government says should not be free. I guard the lowest of earth's scum, the guilty and the judged. Who have more rights than me. I spend my life as a free man, yet behind these walls of concrete and steel is where I am condemned to be. And all for the simple reason the inmates can not be freed. The bleeding hearts and liberal officials. Value the convict more than me. I am a police officer, and often held with distaste. I go to work everyday, never a prayer is said. You don't hear the wishes of please be safe. No one ever remembers me. As long as no inmate dies, as long as none escapes. Don't admit that they exist. You can safely sleep. I am there when you least care. To serve and to protect. I wear the badge so bold, don't carry a gun at my side. I only have my wits with me, to help me to survive. So when you hear of a corrections officer don't look upon us with disdain. We are not just security guards. We are the ones that keep this land from going totally insane.
