A lone gunmen ambushes Dallas police in his sight
For perceived wrongs that will still remain a blight
The gun battle continues with others shot as well
Until a part-time rogue US soldier is blown to hell
Five comrades shot dead in racial retaliation
Stand straight in line, upright and at attention
Hold a crisp salute as fallen comrades are honoured
Tears flow down their cheeks as they are remembered
And now their last duty is complete
Being gunned down like dogs in the street
But when does a wrong make things right?
In seeking justice this way inflames the fight
We should focus on the search for truth as our path
All this violence does is leave a revengeful wrath
And innocent families torn apart in the extreme
When dutiful officers protect and serve their death is so obscene.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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