David was a father and a son
Whose life was for his family one
A part- time soldier and police officer
Who was studying at University and more
His life was cut short in a woman's defence
With a knife to the heart his life the expense
Gordon was on traffic duty one morning
When a speeding motorist without warning
Knocked him down on the bitumen roadway
In an act of violence that he had no say
Leaving a wife and daughter at home
A short time the daughter was orphaned alone
Linc was working afternoon shift at Enfield
And was looking for an offender in the field
As he drove around the corner of the street
A shot rang out in such a murderous feat
And each year afterwards his mother placed
At the street corner a bunch of flowers graced.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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