The Games between the Police and Others

I go across several blocks on my way to City Stadium everyday. I often meet some police patrolling there. In some cases, I would study them when they come into sight. One of dreams from my childhood was to be a soldier, maybe their presence wakes up my old dream on that account.

After a time of my observing, in general, I discover that there are two figures in police. One is too fat, the other is thin.

Generally speaking, more stripes and stars on the military uniform, higher ranks he wears, then richer and fatter he gets; nevertheless, compare to that, the ranks are thinner and poorer. Of course, most of them are better off than common people. It’s a wonder that, as police, in stature, they nearly have nothing but body fat and bones.

I’m wondering if they each would beat up a ruffian or thug single-handed; after all, some of criminals are big and muscular. Not all cats can catch mice; even some of cats dread to face mice without aid or fellows. Yet it’s a natural for a cat to catch mice. But in man’s world, in some cases, between the police and offenders or some people, there is a game, a show, a play or a deal. Certainly, it’s not a problem of just one nation, it’s a universal one. And the game is on every day.