To live among filth, the lies and violence is common to say the least
For over twenty five years the prison beat I policed
Given a watch and a handshake on the way out the door
It is likely that before the end of day, another good officer hits the floor
Staff assaults are common and frequent today as the youngsters around us
Dwell inside these walls wanting to have their say as who gets on the bus
In what is right and wrong joining in forces to voice their concerns
Within these forces is no honor as it is anyone they want that they will burn
Correctional officers can withstand the heat
As their environment is often the scene of a senseless beat
With blood on their uniforms and no stains on their souls
Every mile they tread is nothing but cindering hot coals
Working hard inside the prison to maintain their honor
Each day as they enter the gates of hell they don their armor
To keep them safe and free from pain
As they form the team to tow the chains
Never asking for praise or a pat on the back
They do their jobs and stay on track
So people can sleep at night and be assured
That the prisoners they watch are all secured
Making society safe forever
Not everyone is designed for this type of endeavor
For the heat, the pain and the courage they show is not for sale or cannot be borrowed
Can come to an end as soon as tomorrow
As carl writes. Wasted honor.
ReplyDelete12 years in corrections NSW Australia. Don't dare get sick or suffer an injury because i can assure you from my current case and many fine Correctional officers like me. YOU WON'T BE SUPPORTED. You will be scrutinised, bullied, harassed and intimidated in the hope that you just give in and walk away. But if you have this problem DON'T give in , don't give the bastards the satisfaction.I will fight them til my last breath and my fingers bleed. God bless.