Poems
DEAR
TEEN-AGER
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
POLICEMAN SAYS,'STOP!'--STOP.
DON'T MOVE.
DROP WHATEVER YOU'RE CARRYING AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE HE CAN SEE THEM.
TREAT HIM WITH
RESPECT.
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.
SOMEONE MAY
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
TAKING ANY
CHANCES.
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.
I'M SCARED
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.
A
law enforcement Officer in Louisiana
Author
Unknown
The
Start of Every Shift
My knight
in his blue armor, steps out into the dark.
In search
of all wrong doing, with a hope to make it right.
He carries
not a sword, But a "semi" on his side.
With
hopes his training will not fail him, Should there come a place or time.
And
as he settles into his modern day Stallion;
The
one with piercing blue eyes
The
thought runs through his mind..
"What
will I come upon tonight?"
"A speeder,
a con, a felon- a man who beat his wife?
A pusher,
a punk, some other with a knife?"
"Will
I have to defend my life, Or will a fellow man in blue
Be assigned
to console my grieving wife?"
And
so, with this thought still lingering through the channels
of his
mind...
He
prays to a God he thinks is there
But
still, he is unsure of.
Just
then, before he could think twice
The
duty he is here for calls
And
without hesitation, he radios back "419, I am enroute"
Opens
his "eyes" And takes off once again...
Into
the dark of night.
Justice
I
closed them gently those eyes of blue
and
wept inside , for her years too few .
The
call came thru as domestic dispute
the
father came thru as one of ill repute
Such
a little child , so fair of face
an
innocent victim of an unfair fate.
As
her father was cuffed and put away
I
grimly drew a line where she lay .
Where
were her angels ?
Where
was the law ?
A
life was stolen without just cause.
I
questioned my job , my purpose in life ,
that
night I wept over sleeping babies and wife .
And
under a sky as blue as her eyes
I
swore to my God to stand by her side .
A
Mother was weeping over an angel gone to sleep.
While
her father walked once more the streets .
I
stalked him Like a hunter gone after prey.
I
never forgot him day after day .
A
year has gone by and my day has come
To
find if my work will be undone .
My
heart is lighter as I placed a red rose ,
I
think she's smiling beside God's throne.
I've
said Goodbye , my heart is at rest , I've done my job as I do best .
Goodbye
little angel 'til next we meet when God calls us from that final sleep
.
NEXTHome
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