Police today get very little recognition for when they do something ‘good’. But if we think they did something wrong, watch out — it’s butt kicking time… again. (If they’re lucky.)
The following poem is dedicated to those who put it all out there for the people who sometimes love them, and all too often hate them. Their reward is typically not here on earth, but later.
End of Watch — Heavenly Police Patrol
The officer stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
Step forward now officer,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?’
The officer squared his shoulders and said,
“No Lord, I guess I haven’t.”
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
At times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes God forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fear.
If you’ve a place for me here Lord,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t, I’ll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the officer waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
“Step forward now you officer,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in Hell.”