jaded cop’s POV (a story)

Jaded Cop’s POV

if you wrote a crime story

There are two rules any good cop worth his or her salt will tell you about human nature:

– everybody lies

– Criminals tell you it’s everyone else’s fault if they get caught by the police. Never their own.

It’s often a case of which came first, the chicken or the egg. Are you a product your environ? Or are you a struggling soul who made bad choices?

It could be true that when you’re poor or disenfranchised, you have limited choices, limited resources. But not everyone breaks the law when they’re destitute. Some would rather die. Literally.

I been sittin’ here all alone
Well I been sittin’ on a poor man’s throne
Well I been sittin’ here much too long
I been thinking ’bout my future
I been thinking
That there’s nothin’ to loose yah


It’s true that a crowd or a mob can shape you. Your friends and family do infuence you. But not everyone who falls in with a bad crowd acts out their role in it. Some people wear the uniform and play the game, but only as long as they’re nearby. Some people sip the tea and get to liking the game. Some people become the pit boss.

I raise my flag and dye my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
We’re painted red to fit right in
Whoa oh

I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa oh

Imagine Dragons

Some find themselves to be the scapegoat of the crowd too. The whipping post. And tell themselves that they had no choice but to stay. Yet some people get out. Some people would rather be dead than leave.

Now yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd
A man who swears he’s not to blame
All day long I hear him shouting so loud
Just crying out that he was framed

The Band

Some people claim they lose the people who could have been their solace and succor. That their life would have been different if their parent, or friend, their spouse or child hadn’t died. And that is no doubt true, But not everyone turns to crime because they suffered a loss.

The powers that be
That force us to live like we do
Bring me to my knees
When I see what they’ve done to you
But I’ll die as I stand here today
Knowing that deep in my heart
They’ll fall to ruin one day
For making us part

The Pretenders

And sure, the world is built on systems that favour the strong, the rich and the smart. But not every weak, poor, or dumb person turns to crime either.

I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be that there’s some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
It’s not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak

Iron Maiden

I’ve seen too much to buy their story. “Yeah tell it to the judge! I’m sure he’ll believe you. But that woman who you killed, she deserves my sympathy more than you do.” There are way too many liberal bleeding hearts in this world. It’ll be the ruin of us all.

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