Police without a past

An ironic look at life from the perspective of police officers and beyond... He had the right to vote, and he voted. The right to buy a car in installments, and he bought it. To acquire a house with subsidized interest, and he acquired it. To see a doctor and choose if he wanted a consultation with a self-employed invoice, and he chose. But, sublimity of all sublime things, he had the right to protest, and he didn't protest. To strike, and he didn't strike. To revolt against arrogance, and he preferred silence. To react to injustice, and he remained tormented. To be indignant against hypocrisy, and to bite his anger until blood splattered. He was supportive. Every Sunday he gave alms to a beggar, and, even if out of fear, he never left a car park attendant without a tip. God named him Ernesto. The Devil made him a police officer.