Miranda Rights

A cool, brisk night Car windows frosted over The ground blanketed by the falling snow Around 2 o’clock in the morning Driving through abandoned down town Seems as if I’m the only person alive A trail of footsteps imprinted in the fresh white snow Leading to the local bank Shards of glass sparkle on the window sill Small circles of light frantically moving in every direction A shadow of a man outlined by his Magna Lite’s projection An alarm sounds, Each time lasting longer and increasing in volume beep….bbeEEPP…BBBEEEEEEEEPPP Bright incandescent lights strobe rapidly A man camouflaged in mate black clothes and ash outlining his eyes Running I chase after My heart pounding through my chest A pure adrenalin rush Leaping through the cool midnight air Extending my left arm towards the man’s leg My fingers wrap around his ankle Both of us abruptly landing on the solid concrete road Both struggling to catch our breathes The man lies there in motionless I make my move Digging my left knee cap in between his two kidneys Firmly pressing my right forearm on the rear of his neck As I wrap a pair of handcuffs around his wrists Holding his hands tightly together behind his back I stand him upright Heading back up the road We slowly walk towards my squad car Turning on the red and blue flashing LED lights and along with the screeching siren As we head back to the station Using a stern but clear voice I read aloud the Miranda rights: You have the right to remain silent, Anything you say can and will be used against you, You have the right to an attorney, If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you, Do you understand your rights?