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 Most Published Poet On Tjhe Web