A Different Era


There was nothing to hide,

everyone would know,

that the times have changed,

and it would show,

more than a half a century ago,

a police officer could fire his gun,

nothing would be done,

and he’d do it without worrying

whether the entrance wound

would be anterior or posterior,

and never be doomed,

or face the risk of civil liability,

no one would meddle,

and possible prosecution wouldn’t settle,

that was a different era,

a time when a cop could say,

with conviction, without friction,

and with a face as hard as a rock,

that he was a member of the biggest,

toughest, best armed gang on the block,

even city officials would ignore that shock,

and it was a pity,

because it was a different era,

an era that had the segregated city,

when the Civil Rights Movement was little more

than an angry whisper,

being swept out the door,

as tension would stack,

in fact,

most of the police involved shootings

of that time had racial overtones,

it wasn’t just white on black,

it was the men in blue who made the attack,

the black neighborhoods were sure,

that the presence of the city’s finest,

was just another plague to endure,

poverty, ignorance, despair, and police,

but it just wouldn’t stop,

there were two offenses for the young black,

talking up to a city cop,

or, worse, running from one,

and they were put to that test,

it would almost guarantee in a beating at best,

gunfire at worst,

which sparked the riots and the fights,

even the most prominent members of the black community

were made to endure insults and slights,

many would say,

we are much better off today,

when every other seventeen-year old street boy,

could be a walking sociopath,

making threats,

with a 9mm in the waistband of his sweats,

and drugs became a predominant economy on the street,

common sense takes a backseat,

as Lady Liberty drops her torch

by her feet,

she closes her eyes and feels the heat.


© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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Phoebe Pike 5 years ago

I wish I had one-tenth of your poetic talent.


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Marlin 55 5 years ago from USA

Another insightful poem, Frank. You really tackle this age old issue with a fresh prose.


Binaya.Ghimire 5 years ago

The poem reminded me what a wonderful poet you are.


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ubanichijioke 5 years ago from Lagos

A good poet is always a read's delight. I feel you touching me with your words. I say thank you Frank. You re a natural


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thank all of you so much for your wonderful comments


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reikieffect 4 years ago

Beautiful, impactful and deep as usual Frank! For a moment, I became that cop thinking of the good old days.


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

that was good old days? LOL thanks so much reik :)


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PegCole17 4 years ago from Dallas, Texas

Wow, this was deep and thought provoking. The old days when rubber hoses were standard equipment for interrogation. I watched the movie "To Kill a Mockingbird" the other day and your poem reminded me of those times. Very well done and memorable.


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks pegcole :)


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

Fabulous write Frank--I still wonder if they aren't just another gang--


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justateacher 4 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

Another wonderful write, Frank...as always, makes you think...


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

wonderful poem! Strong powerful imagery! Images from the era just flashed in front of me!

great work! :)


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much Audrey for visiting my different Era, and thank you too Justateacher for coming by and welcome Rahul0324 for your visit bless you guys :)


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Kebennett1 4 years ago from San Bernardino County, California

Wow. That was an awesome read! You have a wonderful grasp of imagery usage. Keep writing, I love your poetry!


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ThunderKeys 4 years ago

Very, very nice. I'd like to invite you to contribute a couple of verses to this continuous love poem:

http://hubpages.com/forum/topic/96420#post2057006


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Storytellersrus 4 years ago from Stepping past clutter

Frank, this sounds like a rap, feels like a rap, is rhythmic like a rap... is this a rap??? Great job.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

LOL no.. not a rap but you made me laugh thanks for that..LOL


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AudreyHowitt 3 years ago from California

Came back for another read!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank Audrey for coming back :)


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

There you go again!! You go brother. You tell a story and you tell it hard, but you tell it from your soul. Very powerful piece my friend, and I hope you keep pumping them out.


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phdast7 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Eye-catching title Frank. And a wonderful juxtaposition (how often do we get to use that word naturally in a sentence) of the sins and griefs of then and now. Lady Liberty was a wonderful final metaphor. A great poem. :)


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you wayne barrett.. a little too winded though..right? LOL thanks for the visit and always good to see you too Phdast7 thanks for your continued support :)


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Express10 3 years ago from East Coast

Truth is often stranger and sadder than fiction. Excellent hub.


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Frank Atanacio 24 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks express10 for the visit to my different era :)


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sweetpikez 24 months ago

Dear Frank,

Truly, crime investigation yesterday and today has significant difference. This difference is evident on the crimes and involved people.

Great read,

Sweetpikez


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Frank Atanacio 24 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much sweetpikez.. bless you


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Cyndi10 24 months ago from Georgia

Ah, this is what you had waiting that I didn't see before. Awesome way with words you have. And how appropriate for the times. Some things play like deja vu. Thanks for sharing it with us.


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Frank Atanacio 24 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Cyndi10 :)


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tillsontitan 24 months ago from New York

Isn't it ironic that you wrote this two years ago and the news is full of police problems now? Some things change, some never do. Now I think its the people, not the police in general, but that's another story. Speaking of another, this is another great poem with feeling and that special Frank sadness.

Voted up, useful, awesome, and interesting.


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Frank Atanacio 24 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Til...:)


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LadyFiddler 24 months ago from Somewhere in the West

Hmmm well said Frank i think i need not say too much......

Well done and keep up the Good work always

God be with U


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Frank Atanacio 24 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks Lady for reading my era :)


christinemariezzz 24 months ago

Frank,

Very nice.

The first 12 words, and the last 17 are the book ends to your poem: a straight arrow to a period affecting individual social history.

Fourth -graders, nine-year olds today could read it, ask to interpret, and then have discussions. The intelligence of our youth is really where these issues need to count.

Additionally,

I agree with Mary, it truly carries "special Frank sadness"

-christinemarie


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Frank Atanacio 24 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Christinemarie for reading my different era :


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phdast7 23 months ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Frank, after 20 months, it holds up beautifully, a serious strong and soulful lament of a poem .... which is as it should be.

Sharing. Everyone should read this, several times. Blessings. Theresa


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Frank Atanacio 10 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much phdast7 :)


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Perspycacious 10 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

Two eras each unsatisfactory as we deal with man's and societies failings. Well stated and needed.


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Frank Atanacio 9 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks perspycacious...


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Peggy W 8 months ago from Houston, Texas

Times have certainly changed! Some things are better and others worse. Lady Liberty (if she could) would probably be shaking her head.


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Frank Atanacio 8 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Peggy W :)


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vocalcoach 7 months ago from Nashville Tn.

You are the prince of poetry and prose Frank! I especially liked the finale with Lady Liberty and her torch as a metaphor.

Brilliant!


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Frank Atanacio 7 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much vocal for visiting

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