The Correctional Officer's Last Interview
SOMETIMES WHEN IT’S QUIET AND I AM ALL ALONE I GET A SCARE.
I WANDER WHAT IT WILL BE LIKE WHEN I GET THERE.
AS A C.O. I HOPE TO LOOK AT THE LORD
& HOLD STRAIGHT & SQUARE.
I HOPE MY BOOTS SHINE AND MY I AM JUDGED FAIR.
HE WILL SAY, “OFFICER WHAT DO I DO WITH YOU?”
“HAVE YOU TURNED THE OTHER CHEEK & TO MY CHURCH BEEN TRUE?”
I WILL ANSWER, “I HAVEN’T ALWAYS BEEN TRUE
YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE TO WORK ON SUNDAYS, TOO!”
YOU CAN’T TURN THE OTHER CHEEK.
WHEN YOU TOTE A BADGE, THEY'LL THINK THAT YOU ARE WEAK.
SOMETIMES I WAS TOUGH
& SOMETIMES I WAS VIOLENT & ROUGH.
BUT I NEVER TOOK ANYTHING THAT DIDN’T BELONG TO ME.
I ALWAYS TRIED TO BE A GOOD MAN FOR ALL TO SEE.
I NEVER PASSED ON A CALL OF SOMEONE IN NEED.
I DID MY BEST TO HELP OTHERS TO SUCCEED.
PLEASE LET ME IN, I DON’T NEED MUCH.
I’M NOT USED TO RICHES, AND SUCH.
I KNOW I DON’T DESERVE A PLACE AMONG THE PEOPLE HERE.
BUT I WAS ALWAYS THERE TO CALM THEIR FEAR.
THE LORD SAID, “OFFICER, YOU HAVE DONE YOUR JOB WELL!”
“COME RIGHT ON IN, YOU HAVE ALREADY SPENT YOUR TIME IN HELL!”
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