A Poem for Officer Blanding, Portsmouth Police Department

What's this, you say
Officer:
The Law is in your
Mouth?
Like Kings
Of old
And their Lords
Who tread upon
The serf? 

May we, instead
Move along
To be upon our
Walk?
Or must
This time
Be regaled
With groveling
And pomp? 

No disrespect,
Officer:
I'll be along my
Way
But heroes
I'm told
Appear more bold
When actually saving
The day