I DIDN'T MEAN
TO BREAK YOUR MOTHER'S HEART OR BRING YOUR FAMILY GRIEF.
IF YOU WERE
MY SON, I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU,
"SON, IF A
DROP WHATEVER YOU'RE CARRYING AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE HE CAN SEE THEM.
TREAT HIM WITH
IF YOU DON'T
YOU COULD MAKE A LOT MORE TROUBLE FOR YOURSELF AND YOU ALREADY HAVE PLENTY.
I ALSO WOULD
TELL MY OWN KID.
IF YOUR DRIVING
A CAR AND YOU SEE FLASHING RED LIGHTS OR HEAR A SIREN, STOP.
PULL OVER TO
THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE THE OFFICER CAN SEE THEM.
HAVE JUST BEEN MURDERED, A CHILD MAY HAVE BEEN RAPED OR A BANK ROBBED.
I DON'T KNOW
IF YOU'RE CARRYING A BIBLE OR A SAWEN-OFF SHOTGUN, BUT I'M NOT
YOU MAY THINK
I'M SCARED, AND YOU'RE RIGHT.
I AM SCARED
TO DEATH. I'M SCARED THAT I MIGHT NEVER SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN.
THAT MY LITTLE KIDS ARE GOING TO GROW UP WITHOUT A FATHER. I'VE
BEEN TO TOO
MANY OF MY BUDDIES' FUNERALS TO THINK IT COULDN'T HAPPEN TO ME.
YOU MAY THINK
LIFE IS JUST A GAME, SO YOU PLAY THE GAME FOR FUN. I'M SORRY,
SON BUT I'M
A POLICEMAN, AND I HAVE TO PLAY FOR KEEPS.
THOSE ARE THE
RULES AND NOBODY CAN CHANGE THEM.
law enforcement Officer in Louisiana
Start of Every Shift
in his blue armor, steps out into the dark.
of all wrong doing, with a hope to make it right.
not a sword, But a "semi" on his side.
hopes his training will not fail him, Should there come a place or time.
as he settles into his modern day Stallion;
one with piercing blue eyes
thought runs through his mind..
will I come upon tonight?"
a con, a felon- a man who beat his wife?
a punk, some other with a knife?"
I have to defend my life, Or will a fellow man in blue
to console my grieving wife?"
so, with this thought still lingering through the channels
prays to a God he thinks is there
still, he is unsure of.
then, before he could think twice
duty he is here for calls
without hesitation, he radios back "419, I am enroute"
his "eyes" And takes off once again...
the dark of night.
closed them gently those eyes of blue
wept inside , for her years too few .
call came thru as domestic dispute
father came thru as one of ill repute
a little child , so fair of face
innocent victim of an unfair fate.
her father was cuffed and put away
grimly drew a line where she lay .
were her angels ?
was the law ?
life was stolen without just cause.
questioned my job , my purpose in life ,
night I wept over sleeping babies and wife .
under a sky as blue as her eyes
swore to my God to stand by her side .
Mother was weeping over an angel gone to sleep.
her father walked once more the streets .
stalked him Like a hunter gone after prey.
never forgot him day after day .
year has gone by and my day has come
find if my work will be undone .
heart is lighter as I placed a red rose ,
think she's smiling beside God's throne.
said Goodbye , my heart is at rest , I've done my job as I do best .
little angel 'til next we meet when God calls us from that final sleep
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