Barricade

Windows smash and Bullets crash,

Through thick, white creamish plaster.

The wife and child scream for help,

Refuge from the Husband’s desires.

The sirens are rolling,

The ROVER is trolling,

The officer’s at the door.

“GET DOWN!” They scream,

And shout their plea,

As gunshots flash across the floor.

S - Specialty in the cases taken on,

W - Weapons for every situation drawn

And

T - Tactical observance, obedience, compliance.

Across the street, through a window,

The scene now unfolds.

A sickly man, mentally perturbed,

His brains becoming cold.

The unsightly picture,

The source of the winter,

Within my immortal soul.