So Much for Miranda Rights

So Much or Miranda Rights

Wrapped up in my cocoon of fear and disbelief.
I attempt to warm myself with the thin gray cloth that matches perfectly with this cold gray cell.
I try to pray to God, to anyone for some warm relief.
But I know that I am stuck in this icy, rusty barred hell.
My eyes start to droop but fear of my rights being violated keep me wide awake
My mind relives the terror and confusion I went through, hours ago
I hope it was a dream, That everything that happened was fake.
But I know, it happened fast, but I relive it so slow.

“BANG BANG” A loud noise rings out.
“This is the police open this door or we will have to use force.
This must me a mistake, I think without a shred of doubt.
I know they made a mistake, they will see, they will show me remorse
“Put your hands up. Turn around.”
I slowly turn around, my reaction slowed by my confusion.
I was to slow so they pushed me to the hard ground.
I know that I have a full body contusion.

They yank my arms back and slap on the steel rings
Pull me up and force me through the door.
My mind is racing, my body stings.
I now feel the pain of my shoulder ligaments that were torn.
They run me down the dry dead lawn
Force open the cruisers door and I feel my body getting lifted up
I go flying in head first and I try to wake myself, I want this all to be gone.
But I know this is all real, all I can think now is what the fuck?

I hear the Miranda rights but my mind is far away so nothing clicks
The door slams shut, the driver climbs in and turns on the car
I guess the old sayings never do stick
even if the government went and made this lie go so far.
I grew up hearing this, thinking I would be safe from an unjust arrest
I was taught that without a good reason, I wouldn’t go to jail.                              
Innocent until proven guilty now seems like a jest
but like most old sayings, this one was without a doubt , destined to fail.