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Poem: Inside the Walls

In honor of the women and men of corrections who tirelessly work in law enforcement unseen by the public

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Calling all poets! Corrections1’s poetry column highlights some of the inspirational, moving and funny poems authored by our readers.

This poem is by Lt. William Weaver of the Marion County Sheriff’s Office in Indiana who wrote the poem to honor all the women and men who serve in the “silent part of law enforcement – those who work inside the walls.”

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inside the walls

Each day I rise to the sun

Go into work without a gun

To walk among those who do not care

If I walk away, or they kill me on a dare.

I work inside a building that the public does not see

I work with those that have the keys

To those cells and areas where we keep

Those who prey on the mild and meek

Those who are held behind the walls

Try every day to keep us from standing tall

They plot and plan to bring us down

They work their plan to make us look like a clown

We carry no guns, only spray and our hands

We walk among those who have a knife made from a can

We walk with thoughts of what is in the next housing unit

We walk knowing that we are in the viper pit.

We work to stand tall in professional honor on firm ground

We work to have the respect of the public we surround

We work unseen to keep all officers and inmates in good health

We work for minimum wage and not the wealth.

We are the part of law enforcement that the public does not view

We are the proud, the standing tall

We are the ones, the few,

Who work inside the walls.