The Other Heros - Poem by Kurt(Sam) Hearth
They march not to drummer's beat
neither rise to trumpet's call.
They pass not through ticker tape cloud.
Nor thrill to cheering throng.
The sail not on mighty ships
to do battle on foreign shore.
They are not lauded or praised
by liberated grateful peoples.
They return not with victorious song.
To be welcomed with outstretched arms.
Warriors always in the forefront of conflict
Subjected oft' by ridicule and criticised by most.
Facing conquest daily their battles never end.
Supported not by mighty force engage confrontation alone.
Acknowledged seldom by cheering crowds.
Only by their peers for conflicts they resolve.
Warriors yes in every sense.
Hero always to some constant threat to others.
They are the other heros Marshall Sheriff Police.
Enforcing the law maintaining the peace.
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