Police - An Ode To Our American Sisters And Brothers Poem by Paul Warren

Once we were brave knights who called the bad to yield
With our uniform as armour and the badge as our shield
But that was when it was easy to see evil in the crowd
And serving the community would make us so proud

Nowadays it is more difficult for the police to find
Who are the good people in this worldly wise grind
When you are held to account for each step made
It can be difficult being measured to society's grade

And it may be that the accounting is for another's mistake
When they have done the wrong and you're lost in the wake
The gunfire on the street may mean the innocent will fall
And all that is left for everyone is grief and loss for us all.

© Paul Warren Poetry