You don’t think I know you , but have done my homework,
Learning the details of your life, not bothered by your smirk.
I see how this will go, you think you are smarter than I am,
You will tell me an unbelievable story, I will pretend to believe, but don’t really give a damn.
You are not the first, and certainly will not be the last,
Hundreds just like you , through the front door they have passed.
I am going to sit here with friendly smile and an ear to lend,
I promise you when this is over, you will break and not bend.
I come to work and listen to lies every day, people trying to remember what they said,
You lecture me about the law, professing any evidence, there is not a shred.
I sit quietly and listen, as we play this failing game,
Pointing your finger at everyone else, yet we both know you are to blame.
Like actor in a play, where there is a beginning, middle, and end,
Words like a ballet dance off your tongue, as I pretend to be your friend.
If you really knew what I was thinking, watching you pick imaginary lint with your finger nail,
You would be sitting in horror, knowing you are clearly going to jail.
Now your story is over, and it is my turn to play,
I’ve watched your nervous ticks, heard every word you did not say.
I think what you did is disgusting, but now the table is set,
I squeeze your story like a sponge, removing the water that made it wet.
My own prejudice of you remains locked away in my own mind,
Make no mistake, I know everything that happened and about your kind.
There is a system in place of which I swore and oath,
There are rules that I must follow, rules known to us both.
Shut your mouth and listen, I know exactly what you did,
An adult like you should never take advantage of anyone, elder or kid.
In my job I have seen horrible pictures, many times forced to watch a horrific tape,
Your lies have caught up with you, now there is no escape.
Don’t try to interrupt me, it will do you no good,
Look me in the eyes, these words need to be understood.
I will do everything allowed to make sure you never hurt another,
The time for truth or denial is upon you, the choice is one or the other.
Telling you I know what happened, your head will hang down,
That smirk you wore so proudly, now quickly becomes a frown.
You will start to feel numb, because you know your future is clear,
The confidence you had at the beginning, leaves you in a hot tear.
Confessing to every horrible act committed, almost in disbelief,
You gasp for air as you inhale, exhaling the truth with a sigh of relief.
I don’t know if there is good left inside you, for me there is no grudge,
Guilt consumed your thoughts, save your apology for the victims, child, elder, and the judge
The acts committed are heinous, yet so simple to define,
The path you walk now is dark, but mine will always be a thin blue line.
This is my second poem in my LEOETRY series. LEOETRY stands for Law Enforcement Poetry. It may not be your thing, but for me, I like to tell stories through this method for awareness and education. I will not include anything dealing with training, tactics, or other methods used by Law Enforcement.
The Interview is a poem that tells a vague story about the interview of a suspect. There are many things that go into an interview, but much like a keen-eyed parent confronting a child, the words that are not spoken often tell the truth. The body resists stress and untruthfulness.
I have had the opportunity to conduct several interviews of suspects, victims, and witnesses. Some cases unspeakable, others simple property crimes. The fact is, each interview is as different.
Thank you all for your service, and please stay safe. Please enjoy “The Interview”.