They asked me why I joined
I used to think it was easy
The uniform set me apart
And I wanted to make a difference
It seems easier for a soldier to answer
With to fight for my country in a war
To save my family and my country
Because it's the right thing to do
But a copper does not have those things
Sure there's the right and against evil
It's not always the case you see
As sometimes you have to enforce
Those things you think are not right
There is no choice when it comes down to it
Helping people there will always be
But upholding the right - may not be right
And who do you see each day looking back
Knowing that others will be left in wrong
Warrior songs seem easy to sing
But copper's songs perhaps are laments.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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