Some of my favorite Poems

 "The Final Inspection " 

The trooper stood and faced his God, 
Which must alway's come to pass. 
He hoped his shoes were shining, 
Just as brightly as his brass. 
Step forward now, Trooper 
How shall I deal with you? 
Have you always turned the other cheek? 
To my church have you been true? 

The Trooper squared his shoulders and 
Said "No, Lord, I guess I ain't, 
Because those of us who carry badges 
Can't always be a saint. 

I've had to work most Sunday's and at 
Times my talk was rough, 
And sometimes I've been violent, because 
The streets are awfully tough. 

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've never passed a cry for help 
Though at times I shook with fear. 
And sometimes, God forgive me, 
I've wept un-manly tears. 

I know I don't deserve a place 
Among the folks 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 silence all around the throne 
Where saints had often trod, 
As the Trooper waited quietly, for the 
Judgment of his God. 

Step forward now, my Trooper 
You've borne your burdens well. 
Come walk a beat on Heavens streets, 
You've done your time in hell.

" Blood On The Shield " 

Blood on the shield, confrontation in an alley 
The centurion does not yield. 
But this time, The good guy loses; 
There is Blood on the shield 
And the mournful sounds of bagpipes 
Play out across the land, 
drowned out by the sobs of a lonely young wife 
and a child, too young too understand. 

While the killer pleads his case in court, 
The thin blue line is one man short. 
Now we're one step closer to society's fall; 
Another cop's name is engraved on the wall. 

Another state funeral, with an army in blue, 
And we know, It could've been me or could've been you 
We all look ahead to what the future has in store, 
Front line troopers in a country that's at war. 

At war with itself and at war with it's cops and we're 
out there everyday, cause the battle never stops. 
It's not the way it is on TV shows or like the way 
we learned in school; no cool music in the background, 
No playing by the rules. 

We're disillusioned warriors, 
But for right, we'll always strive. 
We just pray that at the end of our stress filled day 
We'll get back home alive. 

You stand out on the corner 
ignoring the insults and the stares, close to 
the point of believing, That no-one cares, 
When a six year old boy walks over after watching 
you for awhile, reaching out to shake your hand, 
On his face, a friendly smile. 

To him, you are a hero, 
A protector of our land, and he wants 
to learn about you, 
As a cop and as a man. 

And when he asks you why your badge is covered 
by a black elastic band, 
Tell him about our brother 
A cop who made a stand.

Police Officer's Prayer

O' Almighty God 
whose great power and 
eternal wisdom embrace the universe, 
watch over all Police and Law Enforcement Officers. 
Protect them from harm in 
the performance of their duty to stop crime, 
robberies, riots, and violence. 
We pray, help them keep our streets 
and homes safe day and night. 
We commend them to your loving care 
because their duty is dangerous. 
Grant them your unending strength and 
courage in their daily assignments. 
Dear God, protect these brave men and women. 
Grant them your almighty protection and 
unite them safely with their 
families after duty ends. 
Amen