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Amassed

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war

i wittnessed a war just yesterday,
being the reason for much dismay,
i'm sorry for all the death and blood,
and all the soldiers in the mud,
i wish i could stop it just can't be done,
i'll need everybody including a nun,
i'll need jesus to forgive our sins,
that knock us down like bowling pins,
i'll need everybody to read this poem,
in hopes that all the soldiers get back home.


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Hatred

What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name, would still smell as sweet.
When life is like a roller coaster in a maze.
Competition here and there,
When really, all we need is care.
A preconceived idea of what it all meant,
Sisypheanial love for more wealth,
Whereas, all it does is eat away our health.
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
Fearing all and what we don’t know.
I don’t know, 
But I just can’t change.
The times we become so numb to what we’re saying.
Ain’t we meant to speak the same language daily?
Nah, it’s an era founded from oppression.
A world rooted in hate, yet we all ignore this,
The same hate that caused wars from religion,
Even gender to skin colour,
Not to talk of ethnicity too.
And then we talk about freedom.
What is really free?
A world where we pay for even our breath,
A free gift of nature to man,
Remember the bill for water?
Its human right for everyone.
Really, who is fooling who?
On Sabbath, I was taught something else,
And when you preach hate, those words ain’t anointed.
And then I sit still and remember eternity.
When else is more comfortable remaining voiceless.
No freedom till we are all equal,
We preach progress with the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause.
Till the day we can be united by love and not by law,
That day, we have changed “US”
Whatever God you believe in, 
The fact remains, we come from the same one.
I’m crying no more,
Cause one day, we’ll all be gone.



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Afghan Glory

A poem by John Nesbitt © 22.11.2013 

I was eighteen years old and wanting to fight 
 I found what I looked for, in bars late at night 
 I took on the big guys, the small ones as well 
 They were all tough, as far as I could tell 
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 As a jobless young man, proud of my country 
 I joined up with the army and trained how not to be 
 They told me I’d fight to keep us all free 
 So that we’d never have to bend the knee 
 They trained me in weapons, unarmed combat too 
 The use of explosives and what they could do 
 And how to take cover behind rocks and trees 
 They taught me to find bombs and those I E D’s 
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 So step up to the plate boys, start waving the flag 
 We’ll be all draped with medals when it’s all in the bag 
 Think of the glory, this conflict will bring 
 A few months away, then we can all sing 
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 On my very first mission, I was told to unwind 
 I took lead position, when searching for mines 
 The blast threw me up twenty feet in the air 
 I couldn’t feel my feet for they were no longer there 
 My right arm was shattered my left fingers gone 
 I once had two ears but now only one 
 I thought I was dying, I couldn’t hear a thing 
 I wasn’t thinking of the medals or being dressed up with bling 
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 Now all I can do is sit here on the floor 
 and wonder what it all had been for 
 my comrades call around from time to time 
 I can see their discomfort when they’re thinking of mine 
 They wouldn’t trade places, no matter what for 
 They each have their memories, of that terrible war 
 My fighting days over, no more blood and guts 
 So I’ll settle right down in my terrible rut 
 -
 I stepped up to the plate boys and I waved the flag 
 But I’m not draped in medals and it’s not in the bag 
 I thought of the glory the conflict would bring 
 No legs, no fingers and in no mood to sing 
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 Things soon will be over in Afghanistan 
 Talks are on-going with the Taliban 
 We struggled against them for thirteen hard years 
 But all we produced was billions of tears 
 Fathers lost sons and Mothers lost child 
 business got rich, there were deals on the side 
 Where’s the next country they’ll start a new war 

 Persia? 
 Korea? 
 Let’s hope….. it’s…. not ….yours


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Life

 We are all chess pieces,
in this game we call life,
only trying to move forward,
through all the strife,
jumping on those,
who get in our way,
only pushing forward,
as we play,
be number #1,
we've always been told,
even as our hearts,
grow weary and cold.


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WAR

W A R

Before I was a foetus
The world was at war
Our forefathers forced to fight
For it was all irresistible

Now I have grown 
And I’m dragged to a fight I did not ignite
A war which I do not know if it will end
In the front line we fear for our lives

Gone through hills and mountains
The soles in our boots ran out
Food and water were all we needed	
A journey we never prepared for

The smell of gun powder fills the air
Empty gun shells carpet the ground
War vehicles smoking and left to rot
The battle have seized

Waking to the sound of gun shots we tremble in fear
Day and night we do not know the difference
For the enemy does not rest
But my enemy is a man like me

How many deaths must we suffer?
How many forests must we bring down?
How many generations must pay for our forefather’s faults?
How long can our race really endure this suffering?


By: Bokamoso N. Pule


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World of Letters

Alphabet amazes me
Being 26 characters long
Creating adventures
Deciding the fate of heroes
Eyes reading stories of the past
Forgetting the truth behind words
Gatsby telling lies
Hamlet’s revenge
I can even create a world
Just for me to live in with
Kool-Aid flavored oceans
Lemon filled trees
My own tiny universe
Nothing but the alphabet weaves it
Only I can explore, unless invited
People in my world are twisted
Quieted they stay
Rebelling against authority
Saying only they’re allowed to fight
Tomorrow will be different
Umbrellas will be sent into the air
Vanilla ice cream flowing in rivers 
When I come to end the world
X-rays will be sent
You will see
Zero people left in the world of letters.


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TURBULENT OF ANGER

Thou hast no gain any trust,
O'er me your sensitivity crust,
Hast no fiery showing undoubted rust,
Without mercy thou showed blast.

Intensity corrupted thru's silence dart,
Thy had proclaim every doer's love,
Gushing of icy fluid covered thou's heart,
Nor charm and kinder as pure as dove.

Away!Thou not stand kinswomen o'er here,
Away!Thy not welcome ungrateful bear,
For kindred heart rules thy's sorority's life,
Thou turbulent of anger should not lived but die!


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Riot

the mirrors and glasses can't help but falling
the tough and the mindless can't help but brawling
when earth's soul gapes through the looking glass
only pure spirits can protect it.


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I Can't Believe It's Really Over This Time

I really hate this feeling, sometimes I wish I could stop breathing. I don't wanna try, just leave me here to die. You were the thing that made my life living for, but your no longer mine anymore. I feel so much pain, sometimes I believe I'm going insane. I'm missing what we had, although it was bad. I'm always walking down memory lane, why can't you see my pain? I know people change, &&' things get strange. I guess I gotta face it, she's my new replacment. I can't believe it's really over this time, I feel as if i have commited a crime. I live in a world of sorrow, so I don't ever worry about tomorrow. I didn't even have time to cry, because i had already said bye. I feel like I'm digging a deeper whole, so I'm hoping Jesus will take control. I'm sorry for my dumb mistake, but baby now I'm wide awake.


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WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN

WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN


As war is fought it takes charge 
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil 
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change 
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy 
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, 
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred 
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change 
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course 
Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race 
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die 
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn't death 
But that man is slain by fellow man. 
Crushed by cruelty and injustice 
With his enemy's murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.


By Tom Zart






 


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Combatente

Estou farto 
Farto
desta merda 
merda desta vida
quero morrer
porque não sou ninguém 
nunca fui
e já mais serei alguém 
estou farto
de
sofrer 
viver 
e
conviver 
raios partam
quero morrer
vendo
o 
mano 
Huambo a brincar, 
e 
a Jamba a sorrir
com
o Wandulo
gritando 
pela paz
da
nossa pátria.


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The Shamrock

Away across the sea I found a Shamrock, 
She was as pretty as the golden sun in Kent. 
I knew I should not touch this lovely Shamrock,
 But I knew her charm would hunt me if I went. 
I reached out and held the little Shamrock, 
The wind kept tugging just as if to say 
Please don't take this flower out of England. 
Leave if you wish but let the Shamrock stay. 
The charm of Ireland seemed to glow and prosper, 
and everything was pure as pure could be. 
Happiness was ours and soon another, 
Just as long as we stayed near the Irish Sea. 
The Shamrock flourished fine in dear old Ireland, 
where sunrise drives the mist in Dingle Bay 
and Shamrocks get along beside the channel, 
on even by the Mersey so they say. 
To take a Shamrock far from home brings trouble, 
and lucky as this charm could ever be. 
It soon began to wilt and louse its luster, 
Soon after we had moved across the sea. 
The Shamrock flourished one more time then wilted, 
and nothing I could do even seemed right.
 I tried air, water, and even sparkling sunshine,
 and even kept the door open on it at night. 
I swear I'll never move another Shamrock, 
As this one's back again now with the breeze, 
Maybe some day she'll float on back to England 
and settle down around the lovely trees.


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Dance

Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward. 
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.

But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt. 
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.

Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight. 
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.

Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.


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Street Soldier

My baseball cap is my helmet and my Nike's are my boots, 
My country is my hood and my colors on my flag are niether red white or blue, 
My weapon of choice is my two hands, 
sometimes it can be whatever when I am threatened with a great fall from my stand,
 I have no general or soldiers but I have family and above all I got heart. 
My battlegrounds remain in my own home and sometimes even in the local Wal-Mart.
 Every inch of my hood is up for friendly fire, 
Violence remains apart of life around here searching for peace is far from desire,
 Everyday remains but another day someone will die, 
but more importantly is that another mother, brother, sister or father will cry.
 But I am a street soldier so I am prepared for anothers or worse yet my own demise,
 And as a street soldier I must keep the battle in check, no not with what I see with my two eyes, but what war is really going on inside the mind,
 My battles dont come from without but from within......I am a street soldier fighting through time.....


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Test of nuclear weapon

No need to use curare in today's fight
Magton or nuclear weapon is enough to take lives away from world's sight
For them, it is only a test of bombs or nuclear weapon
But innocent lives taste the taste of death

Their culmination of exploitation is for wealth or popularity
By all these they do not feel culpable, but they have stupidity
They debar themselves away from the effects of nuclear test
Nuclear explosion of test makes the environment worst
Only test is disturbing so much ecosystem and human life
So just imagine what would be the future with nuclear drive
God knows how much budget is spent in nuclear research
While many are dying with starvation and poor health care for life search

Radioactive materials are used in bombs and nuclear weapon production
Radiation is emitted in the process of production
God knows what would be the consequences of these calamities
Are these loyal to common life or infidelities?
It is said that weapons are made for human safety
but what is the use of such safety which makes the world gusty




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War Has Come

Bullets whizz by,
Like the rain,
On a stormy day,
As bodies dropped here and there,
Blood soaking into the ground,
And into boots of America’s soldiers.
War Has Come.

Lets go back in time, 
To see what happened before the war.
It all started with a smile, 
People laughing out loud, 
Seeing the sun shine behind the clouds,
Seeing family members be happy.
War Has Come.

Thinking of the past,
America’s troops have hope for the future.
When one dies,
The whole world knows their name.
Families grieve for their husbands,
Daughters, brothers, and wives.
War Has Come.

I cannot pretend to know how you feel,
But know that I’m here for you,
Reach for my heart,
Cause its held out to you,
 My shoulders are small,
But you can cry on them too.
Everything changes,
But know this,
I’m here for you.
War Has Come.


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ABC's of Capital Cities

Athens, quite a place, so full of mythology
Buenos Aires, in Argentina, a place I'd love to see

Canberra, is just antipodean class
Dublin, a pint of Guinness in a glass

Edinburgh, the capital of the Scots
Freetown, a city, now violence is never sought

Georgetown, a place where Jim Jones left a scar
Helsinki, in its mountains, where reindeer herd so far

Islamabad, one of the greenest cities of the east
Jakarta, very close to where the Komodo's live and feast

Kuwait City, the start of Saddam's downfall
La Paz, is the capital, that looks down on them all

Monaco, where the rich and famous live
Nassau, with her golden beaches, where the breakers finally give

Oslo, in the land of skiing and fjords
Prague, with its architectural hoard

Quito, is the second highest in the world
Rome, to the lions, the Christians were hurled

Seoul, in the lands of the 38th parallel
Tripoli, where many an Anzac's fell

Ulaanbaatar, in a country full of steppes
Valletta, amidst the Mediterranean set

Warsaw, the ghetto's in World War II
Xi'an, its all i have to see this through

Yerevan, near the Biblical mountains, of Ararat
Zagreb, escaped being a Balkan War stat





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One sided war

Start your one sided war against me 
I'm not playing your childish games
That's not fear in my eyes
That's the look you get when your not worth my time 
Next time you pray 
You better thank God for the mercy of me 
And know with one more step 
I'll be your biggest regret 
An eye for an eye
But I will feel you bleed 
Warnings don't come without a price 
And now you know
I'll take your miserable life
Keep pushing, keep lying, keep thinking I'm crying
But the game you play, I've already mastered
The first rule, the person who has nothing you can take, is the most dangerous
So remember me every time you breath
Remember I was the one who let you leave
Your war, is nothing without me 
Weren't you the one, who said I was unstable 
Well meds can't fix this 
And hell has nothing for what I have in store 
So your one sided war will soon end
Use your name to plead to God, Your not smarter then I think 
You dug your grave 
And I have no problem helping you sleep


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war

war
deadly,ruthless
smashing, bathing, lashing
carders of all who have died and lived 
LIFE


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Hey Shabab, Where Is My Son

In life
When elephants fight
A flower dies
So my son what they putted in your mind
to blow up me
the bullet isn't killer
son
but your hate
son
A terror
You feel shames
That's why
you walks in shadows
And hides in cave
And u wears this turban on face
hey my son
they pulled out
your heart
And replaced
with bomb
Hey shabab
where is my son?


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Return

The sun rises,
Bloodshot red sky.
Tainted by blossoming bullet holes.

Can I ever return
To the naivety of ignorance?
Whistling and explosives echo in my head.
Fade to black. Again.

The inky night,
Spreads like infection
Over the horizon like whispers, 
Tendrils of numbness.

Can you ever return,
From your fragmented slumber?
Don't make me face my demons alone.


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HEAVEN'S HEROES

Winning souls tend to change everything,
Including who and what we are.
When our darkness within transforms to light
And our eyes have the luster of a star.

We must always pray for the lost among us
Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction.
So they may know their own repentance 
Blessed by God’s, grace, love and protection.

All of heaven’s heroes  have suffered remorse
From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
They do what they do with deliverance of heart
Defeating the dark side of life and more.

Noah found safety within the beams of his ark
To endure heaven’s cleansing of earth.
Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain
Descending with God’s guidelines of worth.

David the shepherd, a boy among men
Slew evil’s giant with a flying stone.
Samson the strong man, broke from his chains
Toppling the temple with God’s help alone.

Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish
To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell.
Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross
And without his forgiveness we’re doomed to fail.

Lord I’ll feel blessed to greet all your heroes
When it is my time to escape my woes.
I’ll clutch their hands and kiss their face
As we celebrate the journey we chose.


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Sisters Love

A perfect storm, a family born
An option that betrays a heart
Scorned and sharp, painfull
Caress the love is not real
A sister depressed , crazy and nuts
Oh what have we become
Animals in a jungle , defend what is yours
You have nothing but anger
Resentment, i have more i have eyes that see a 
heart that feels, i have words to deliver 
I am real , i belong in any place , i dont cry from disgrace
I am free , i have what is yours, what is ours , we all share a piece
Day by day u go more mad, driven by control , u will never comprehend happiness in the end,


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Stand up and fight

We are all soldiers.
We fight hidden enemies that come from the future.
The problems stay there at the end of the bed
to say good morning every day.
Every new problem is the next enemy
that needs different weapons to fight.
And when the day finishes, most times the glory belongs to us.
We have survived and we are alive.
"If something doesn't kill you, it will make you stronger"
You get the weapons to exterminate it the next time that it comes.
The life makes soldiers, everyone separate, fighting a different enemy.
The ally that we have is our past.
Our history always teaches us how to fight
and to the end of our life the experiences make us veterans.
We have collected many weapons to give to the next generations.
We are all soldiers of life.
We have all the same purpose.
To survive.
And we fight, all of us, our biggest enemy…time.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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McCain

McCain


We'll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan's horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to summit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty and sorrow of war
And we who remain must help keep her free
For those who can march no more!

Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they teach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they preach.

Take heed therefore, unto yourselves
You overseers of the flock
Or the voters shall cast you out
For your futures are not of rock.

Life may place us in deep waters
Though it doesn't wish us to drown.
It's our past record that lets others know
Who we are as we smile or frown.

If you wish to be remembered
From the truth you must never part.
Power corrupts the best of us
When we stop listening to our heart.


By Tom Zart



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who am i

How can one who lost himself find himself
Every night i have a repeating dream  of an empty field
With a sword in one hand and a mask in the other
As i raise the mask to wear the field is no longer empty
Hundreds stand front of me with same two item a sword and a mask
As i pan the area one thing is different the mask 
With the sword in my other hand i clutch it and raised it as did they
With no nonresistant i  charge towards the mass as they did to me 
I slash, stab, slain, and killed all them
Not once did I wonder who they were as i resume killing
Until one remain the field but  this was different the clothes and mask were red
As i lunge into an endless bout  i grew more exhausted and tired
But the one in red never slowed
Until i stop and look down and notice the sword through my heart
As i fell to my knees i remove my mask looking on the field the men i been fighting 
Were Me
I look up to the one in red and who are he lower his mask it ME
The true me and he said
"The one you slain today are you these were you emotion rage, hate, fear happiness, sadness"
and i ask "which one are you"
He respond "I am love for can never know or fell love until you accept who you are for that reason you will never know love"
As my eyes darken 
I began to wake and notice a blank mask on my bed and wonder
Which one am I


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Starbour

Frost covers paper faces and flat places in the spaces where the captain no longer paces.
Solset to solrise the dans macabre of a shattered fleet which no longer flies.       
Drifting through dead skies: short, snow-white men with open, staring eyes.
No carrion crow to peck, no undertaker spies;
This floating museum of a warlike planets' demise.


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Reflection

Looking at the reflection I don't like what I'm looking at, 
this is suppose to be a mirror so why I feel like I'm 
looking back, my past then passed on that part of me is 
dead gone, but everyday I find myself repenting what I 
been forgiven for, this is not the same me that I saw 
yesterday surrendering to Jesus and crucifying my old 
ways if only they knew the man they look upon is, just a 
weak sinner who at times fails to put on his 
armor...suicide bomber, the devil tells me to kill myself 
spiritual tug of war but still my lifestyle says rebel. No 
matter what it looks like I'm apart of the rebellion, so I 
know with every cry for help from the Holy Spirit my flesh 
is melting, and I know I'm not living up, up to his 
standard no matter how hard I try my sin he can't stand 
it, and I can't just make excuses murmur about my 
weakness, I make war against myself I refuse to abort this 
life I live in Christ like a fetus


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AMERICAN POLICEMEN

AMERICAN POLICEMEN



Misdeeds were put here as a test for mankind
And to many race down the wrong path.
Greed, hate, lust and perversion are satin’s tools
In his workshops of corruption and wrath.

Rape, robbery, murder, and assault
Are committed by the dishonest night and day.
Thank God for those who line up to protect
The principles of justice, honor and fair play.

Where would we be without valiant policemen
Who patrol our neighborhoods and streets?
Risking their life and limb on the line
Arresting thieves, killers, drug dealers, perverts and cheats.

To many officers become victims of divorce
Products of occupational danger and strain.
Never knowing when they say good by
 If it’s their day to be crippled or slain.

It takes a brave soul to become a good cop
Risking everything for little praise and pay.
It’s true that some may abuse their badge
But for the majority we gratefully pray.



By Tom Zart
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