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As Guns were raised. Two. So too Eyebrows. Mine. Both.
Gun holders, in Uniform. Blue. Two. Two Green
Eyes of i, Shiro shone back. Two Words
floated into Space. My Ways.
“… Drop it…”
my Hanbo. Was
let slip to the Ground
as well. Well as then.
Woodenly clattering till settled. Still. Still
and just. Slightly side and front. Of me.
One of The Blue reholstered, then,
coming my Ways. Wayward thoughts… so
then. So entered, then
entreating consideration into Mind. Mine.
At that very moment… i had Choices. Several.
To choose. From
A simple slide, shuffled Step… timed right…
-would take me left and side-
He. Who approached.
Hidden so. From the One Gun. Still there. Then.
A simple shove n push. Gun grab and…
…We could all be Cowboys. Tonight. That Night
i, did not choose. That. Then,
i sighed. Let Stick drop. The Urge to Battle
as well. Well as
These Men are not Ones. Whose Life
i so wanted. To take. Then, i stood still. Their
and backed up with such Actions.
Would get their Day in Court.
Letting Truth that Light Mine, so Shine.
Looking back now. Things…
could have been messy. Then.
Young, Fit, Highly Trained. I saw many…
…Some may have even worked.?.
Yet and so. I stood still. Time
crept by as the closing One. Took
the i, Shiro Training, Hard Wood 3 ft Stick. Off
into His Hand. Then,.. off and
into my Groin. Green
Eyes, mine, flashed, acknowledging that striking
of Pain. Pain, that with Training i enfolded,
embraced, dispersed. Ignored. Overrode.
Standing. Still. There. Then smiling. Mores.
Both Blue Clad. Eyes widened. That Gun moved,
lifted, pointedly. Mores.
“… Gg… Get Down…”
Assuming the Position of request.
Lungs and Breathing then
crushed under the weight of a
Leg thrust, stomped into the Back. Hard.
Ribs cracked as Blood trickled down
inner legs as well. Well as
My Testes were pulsing, screaming
for that Revenge. i, Shiro played Deaf. To that. Then
Pain came. In those waves. As Shoulders lurched,
back under pressure. To allow closure. Handcuffs.
The Boys in Blue had so Helped again
to keep Our World.
Clean of Terror. Me. That is. That was. That is
Till the Courts, A Judge. So decreed. Otherwise.
For no Justice. Was done. Back Then.
The aboves is a True Tale. Sorta’ and
Many Years Ago.
Training Postponed- Instructor unavail.
Fellow Trainee and i, Shiro decided to Train on
the Local School Grounds Oval.
Evening. After Work.
We lived in Flats. No Backyard… nor Front.
Needing room to Train…
The Oval. Beckoned.
Unbeknownst,.. We Trained aways.
Stretched, limbered. A short Run.
Unarmed, Weaponry as is Our want.
Till the Dark came… we Trained.
Till then. The Blues came too. To
enter the Oval Carpark in several
…come Our Ways.
We stood there. Watched. Waited.
Looking for the Whys.
As we were surrounded in Blue.
Realising then,.. Why.?.
WE WERE IT.
Both of us. Smacked down per se. Roughed up
in tender spots. Every action given more oomph.
Than was so required. Once and when…
suitably cuffed alike. Alike, They
repeatedly. Introduced Us two too. To
the Side Panels. Of that Police Van. Theirs.
Afore. Offering Us a ride. Inside. Shoved. In
after panels beating.
My Hands… full of.
Other matters that sorely… needed attention.
Breathing, Posture adjusted, to
compensate Rib Cracks
as well. Well as
Manhandled into a Largeish.?. Cell
with 4 Others already in. Drunks, drying. Outs.
In and aways to a Corner They soon retreated…
as we entered. Guess it’s not everyday One
gets to share a Prison Cell with a Ninja. Or Two…
We got plenty of room.
We needed it.
Stretching out… helped a lot.
A Local Neighbor living close to the Oval.
Called in the Boys Blue. Words… so then
Saw… Us… Looked Like… Terrorists Fighting,..
or some and such. That Night.
Thought so. So was Real. In the Real
in Our World. This Neighbor
so quickly called. Out in Terror. To and for. Those
Words into Weapons so become.
Legends of the Japan of the Ninja gave Us
Our Training dark clothing and headgear…
the clothes we wore. That Night. Heads
were bared. Still… Terrorists Fighting
such as it barely seems. To some.
Who watch, see All and know… nought. Not
that We knew that. Then. Then
as now. Lay bared.
Some things that at first… That to those…
in Blue… and Colors Otherswise too. To
look so terrible to approach-
are simply. The Living of Dreams.
In Our World. Legends those
Of Others In The Real.
Living Their Dream.
What would YOU have done.?.
Seeing Two “…Fighting…” on an oval.
Looked to SEE FIRST… the Reality of that there.
CHECKING… Crims or.?.
Kids, Athletes, Martial Artists.?.
Or simply ring… reporting in and on… Those
Others so there. Others doing no real thing
rightly wrong. Just Living The Dream.
Injured, arrested, charged, jailed…
forced to endure several Court Sessions.
Life so disrupted, Trying to prove Innocence…
Moreovers. My Injury…
plays ups at Times.
Use Your Imagination.
…For when i use mine…
my scar/injury… plays back.
Lives altered by an indiscrete phone call.
Eager to Report anything considered…
un-normal. At what Cost…
A State… of Terror in Deed. Indeed
Feel so and unchained,
freely to give. To Share.
When Rights go so wrong, left so far behind.
Tales Tall, True. With Others… or those… alike
Boys n Gals in Blue.
Of mistaken Identity, misquotes, mayhems.
That terribly, wrongly befall at that
inopportune… right Times, Places. Herein.
So Share. Thems. Then
Next… is to be and so.
The Wall. Hadrian’s. Tomb Also.
Please Feel Free. If So Inclined too. To Contact/Comment:..
i, Shiro that is.
With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips, Dreams.
If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our
World Legends. Is A Desire.
To Be So Writ. Herein. Coming Soon…
The Almost. Daily Random Classics.
Sweetly short. ‘Tween Post Days Info
Bytes. That is. Soon.
Ali at Michigan and other Mayhem said:
I’m sorry that happened
and I’m glad you’re OK.
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Welcome Back Ali.
Thanks much for the Feedback…
and Concerns. Appreciated.
Was not sure if this should be Posted…
Just wanted to let People. Know.
About the rise in False Accusations
… and the Effects.
Some Wounds. Take long too. To Heal.
So Glad You Understood.
Take Care. Stay Safe.
Till Next… Shiro