In a "State" of Emergency

Inspired by Chris...

My state of mind is one of emergency as I cogitate on this state (T&T) of emergency in which I live and I demand a state of emergency. What's ironic is that these three states of "being", have transcended and have "become"; even more emergent after the gunning down of a friend and coworker. 

People talk about crime hitting home. Hitting home? Crime is now a tenant, one which refuses to pay rent and eviction notices are scoffed at. Crime tells me, "Good morning sir..." first thing in the morning over a newspaper perusal and a cup of tea. Crime sits in my passenger seat on my journey to work as I stop at a traffic light and strange men approach my car, if only because jay-walking is fashionable. Crime strolls beside me, like a second, bigger, darker shadow on my way to the office and reminds me that my car may not be there on my return. Crime sits by my desk all day and reminds me that all I work hard for could one day be snuffed out because crime doh pay, so I might one day have to settle his bill, tip included. Crime reminds me that I'm thankful that none of those children skipping down the street after school are my own, because he's very interested in meeting them someday. Crime leaves the office with me, reminding me that dem nice clothes and shoes you have there and that laptop in yuh hand, making yuh look like a real good ticket for that Beenie Man concert next week. Crime often drives home with me, less than a car length behind, making me ready with anti-kidnapping manouvres, but then flicks an indicator and turns left into Winter Gardens, one street before mine. Crime lies in bed with me as I pray that thank God, today, we did not meet, but ever reminding that he may be a missed prayer away from us meeting tomorrow. "Good night sir..."

End of pt. 1