The Sheriff

Sometimes a man can be placed forth for reason.
To stand firm and strong, for what is right.
With a well-tailored uniform, badge shining brightly,
And a truncheon at side - in case of a fight.

For the world we all live in needs a firm hand to guide it,
Merciful - yet punishing; fair - but direct.
There are those who will not accede to my wishes,
Who haven't the faintest amount of respect.

And its my task to stamp out the insurgents of chaos,
Those inciters, deviants - purveyors of vice.
Who find it impossible to live within boundries,
Who hold out warped hands and with sin they entice.

They follow strange gods, and eat stranger foods,
They sleep with strange people and lack basic shame.
They keep demon's hours - but demons themselves,
They pass through their lives without horror or blame.

And how hard can it be to be moral and righteous?
At least - I seem to manage, without any stress,
My world view will not stand for change or difference,
I stand for the law, nothing more, nothing less.

If I fear them deep down - so what? Not my problem!
They shouldn't have chosen to be such a fright!
And if they refuse to meet my understanding,
They'll feel the full force of my terrified might.

Though I may be flawed and imperfect,
I am empowered by the will of many,
To destroy the few we cannot understand.
I cannot understand.