Two cops appeared, a world died...

   A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
   William Cowper , "Conversation"



This is trivially right;
Now and then, against all odds,
Even parrots’ man-speech buds
Sound profound, not least bit trite…

So cops, as prejudiced to crime
When nitwits call some bothers squawking,
Are ready souls to bleed and grime;
But once a year have a stalking…

A thousand times, however, reaching...,
Trespass, bother and abuse,
Civil rights and peace refuse,
Paranoia’s rudeness stitching
On the fiber of plain life…
Empowered to harass with strife,
Accuse and ban, interrogate,
Lie, misinterpret and frustrate...

Few days ago came for a movie
Played at the Union’s free show,
Old Kipling’s Jungle Book in flow
Of human jungle, Disney-groovy.

Awaiting starting of the feature,
As literate and able teacher,
Asked for permission to converse,
Exchange of wisdom to endorse…
With lady student also waiting,
Alone, with digital toy sating.

Turned out we had a common like --
Great poetry, emotions’ pike…
Meanwhile some nitwit thought-up crime
And phoned police his thoughts sublime…

Turned out that two of life conversing,
Were not through Kipling, Homer… coursing,
Perusing rhyming and blank verse,
Socratic Greece, of wit traverse
Through Alexandria, and west,
Islamic conquest partly stressed…,
To Mauritania and Spain
Athenian imparting grain…,
But, with the man, from hidden vantage,
Brusque, taking frightening advantage…,
Poor scared vixen in distress
Police required to un-stress…

Two came, two saw, expelled, confined,
…No evidence of victim’s fear,
The lady questioned did not steer
The cops to an infraction’s find.

However, trying to find out
What idiot would call and tout
An accusation of strewn fear
By academic speech so clear,
Polite, with questions forth endorsed…,
I was precluded, hushed, off-sourced,
And, having asked for the report,
Was banned from Union’s whole port,
From long as favored Alma Matter
By cops who sickly lie and sputter.

For now, but talking to a student
Campus police perceives imprudent,
Illegal, in harassment clad… –
The bloody bureaucrats are mad!

Without a word of protestation,
With invitation to disclose
Best poets thought to merit rose
Of preference, excellence, duration…,
I spoke politely of my love,
Of education – hand and glove…

Two cops appeared, a world died…
Which on its right to breathe relied,
But was mistaken in its dance,
For cops could right be, if by chance…