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POLICE POEMS AND TRIBUTES


A VISITOR FROM THE PAST..

I had a dream the other night, I didn't understand. A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand. His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed. He took off his three -cornered hat, and speaking low he said.

"We fought a revolution to secure our liberty. We wrote the constitution, as a shield from tyranny. For future generations, this legacy we gave, In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave."

"The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep, But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep. Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you're no more then a slave, In this, the land of the free and home of the brave."

"You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun, Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one. On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent, Although you have no choice in how the money's spent."

"Your children have to attend a school that doesn't educate, Your Christian values can't be taught, according to the state, You read about the current news, in a regulated press, You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS."

"Your money is no longer made out of silver or of gold, You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled. You pay for crimes that make our Nation, turn from God in shame, You've taken Satan's number, as you've traded in your name."

"You've given government control to those who do you harm, So they can padlock the churches, and steal the family farm. And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail, Harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail."

"Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they've sworn, Your daughters visit doctors, so their children won't be born. Your leaders ship artillery, and guns to foreign shores, And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other peoples wars."

"Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died? Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride? Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save? Or do you wish your children, to live in fear and be a slave?"

"People of the Republic, arise and take a stand! Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land! Preserve our Great Republic, and God-Given Right! And pray to God to keep the torch of Freedom burning bright!"

As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came, His words were true, we are not Free, we have ourselves to blame. For even now as tyrant's, trample each God-Given Right, We only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.

If he stood by your side, in a dream, while you're asleep, And wonders what remains of our Rights he fought to keep, What would your answer be, if he called out from the grave: "Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave???"

Author Unknown



THE TRUTH ABOUT COPS

As you read the following excerpt from an unknown author keep in mind the following statistics:

* We have roughly 700,000 Police officers in the US who create a fine blue line between peace and chaos for hundreds of millions of US citizens.

* 200 of these officers are killed in the line of duty each year, a number that is rising.

* Another 250 officers were shot but saved by ballistics (bullet proof) vests.

* 200,000 police officers are criminally assaulted each year.

* 15,000 of these officers require hospitalization each year.

* 300 police officers commit suicide each year as a direct result of the job.

A POLICEMAN IS....

A policeman is a composite of what all men are, a mingling of saint and sinner, dust and deity. Cold statistics wave the fan over the stinkers, underscoring instances of dishonesty and brutality because they are news.

What they REALLY mean is cops are exceptional, unusual -- not commonplace.

Buried under the froth is the fact that less than one half of one percent of policemen disgrace the uniform. That's a better average than among the clergymen.

He is of all men, one of the most needed, yet most unwanted. A strangely nameless creature who is "sir" to his face, and "pig" to his back.

In an instant he must make decisions which require months for a lawyer. If he hurries, he is careless, deliberate, lazy. He must be first to an accident, infallible with diagnoses. He must be able to restart breathing, stop bleeding, tie splints and above all be sure the victim goes home without a limp, or expect to be sued.

The police officer must know every gun, draw on the run and shoot where it doesn't hurt. He must be able to whip two men twice his size and half his age without damaging his uniform, or being brutal.

If he gets hit he's a coward, if he hits you he's a bully, if he's friendly he's a flirt, if not he's a grouch.

A policeman must know everything and not tell. He must know where sin is yet not partake. A policeman is a minister ... social worker ... diplomat ... tough guy ... and a shoulder to cry on. The acting father of a society that offers little support to him in return.

The policeman must from a single human hair, describe the crime, the weapon, and the criminal, and tell you where he is hiding. If he catches the crook he got lucky, if not a dunce.

If he gets promoted he has political clout, if not a dullard.

He runs files and writes reports until his eyes ache to build a case against a dangerous felon, who will get dealed out by a shameless lawyer, or an honorable judge who isn't.

He also is a genius, for he somehow feeds a family on a cop's salary. A token reminder of societies shameful unwillingness to pay him half of what he's worth.

That is what a policeman is.

And thank God for that.................



POLICE POEM

I understand your feelings As you mourn each fallen mate Knowing that their losses were Just cruel twists of hate

I search my heart for something Significant to say And I wish that I could be of help To take some pain away

Would it help to say I'm grateful When I see that flashing dome? When you stop the drunks and speeders, To let my kids come safely home?

I get to teach them values And dispense good food and hugs, But I'm really glad you're out there To keep an eye on drugs.

I know besides their schoolwork They need other things to do And they really like their sports, And the cops that coach them, too! :-)

And it helps to ease the worry When they have to leave the nest To know that you are out there And to trust you'll do your best

You are their best protection, From the violence and crime; From the things that worry mothers Who can't be there all the time.

I would like to leave a token And I'll happily depart, If you'd please add to honor badges A grateful mother's heart.

WinT. Visit Win's Mini Art Gallery



JUST A COP

The funeral line was long, There's an awful lot of cars. Folks came out of the restraunts, They came out of the bars.

The workers at the construction sites All let their hammers drop. Someone asked,"What is all this for?" And they said,"Aw, JUST A COP."

Some chuckled at the passing cars. Some shed a silent tear. Some people said,"It's stupid," "All these dumb policemen here."

"How come they're not out fightin' crime?" "Or in a doughnut shop?" "Sure is a lot of trouble, For someone who's JUST A COP." They blocked the intersections, They blocked the interstate. People yelled and cursed, "Damn , it's gonna make me late!"

"This is really ridiculous!" "They're makin' us all stop!" "It seems they're sure wastin' time, On someone who's JUST A COP."

Into the cemetery now, The slow procession comes. The woeful Taps are slowly played. There's loud salutes from guns.

The graveyard workers shake their heads, "This service is a flop." "There's a lot of good words wasted, On someone who's JUST A COP."

Yeah, JUST A COP to most folks. Did his duty everyday. Tryin' to protect us, Till they took his life away.

And when he got to heaven. St. Peter put him at the top. An Angel asked him,"Who was that?" And he said, "Aw, JUST A COP."

(AUTHOR UNKNOWN)



~ Police Officer's 23rd Psalm ~

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want, His comforting hand reduces fear to naught; He makes me walk through streets of crime, But He gives me courage and peace of mind.

He leads me by still waters in the path I trod, And He says in Romans I'm a "minister of God," He leads me in righteousness as He restores my soul, For His name's sake He keeps me whole.

When I walk through death's valley, right up to the door, I will fear no evil, for He comforts me more; For Thou art with me every step of the way, As thy rod and thy staff protect me each day.

He prepares a table, especially for me, As I work daily among life's enemies; He gives me authority to uphold the law, And He anoints my position in the midst of it all.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me, Each day of my life through eternity; As I long to hear Him say, "Well done...," When I lay down my life, my badge, and my gun.

(Author Unknown)



One of the "Mounties" from Providence, R. I. sent this to HossKop. Lots of truth in it.

Let Me Teach You

Let Me Teach You - A touching Equine Poem

When you are tense, let me teach you to relax. When you are short tempered, let me teach you to be patient. When you are short sighted, let me teach you to see. When you are quick to react, let me teach you to be thoughtful.

When you are angry, let me teach you to be serene. When you feel superior, let me teach you to be respectful. When you are self-absorbed, let me teach you to think of greater things.

When you are arrogant, let me teach you humility. When you are lonely, let me be your companion. When you are tired, let me carry the load. When you need to learn, let me teach you. After all, I am your horse.

And now, the REAL story........

When you are tense, let me teach you that there are lions in the woods,and we need to leave NOW.

When you are short tempered, let me teach you how to slog around the pasture for an hour before you can catch me.

When you are short sighted, let me teach you to figure out where, exactly, in 40 acres I am hiding.

When you are quick to react let me teach you that herbivore's kick MUCH faster than omnivores.

When you are angry, let me teach you how well I can stand on my hind feet, because I don't FEEL like cantering on my right lead today, that's why.

When you are worried, let me entertain you with my mystery lameness, GI complaint, and skin disease. >P> When you feel superior, let me teach you that, mostly, you are the maid service.

When you are self-absorbed let me teach you to PAY ATTENTION. I TOLD you about those lions in the woods.

When you are arrogant, let me teach you what 1200lbs of YAHOO-let's-go event horse can do when suitably inspired.

When you are lonely, let me be your companion. Let's do lunch. Also,breakfast and dinner.

When you are tired, don't forget the 600lbs of grain that needs to be unloaded.

When you are feeling financially secure, let me teach you the meaning of "Veterinary Services, additional".

When you need to learn, hang around, bud. I'll learn ya.

1997 Lamm's Kickin' Back Ranch. All rights reserved. Reprinted with permission.

THANKS HossKop



THE POLICEMAN STOOD AND FACED HIS GOD, WHICH MUST ALWAYS COME TO PASS. HE HOPED HIS SHOES WERE SHINING, JUST AS BRIGHTLY AS HIS BRASS.

"STEP FORWARD NOW, POLICEMAN. HOW SHALL I DEAL WITH YOU? HAVE YOU ALWAYS TURNED THE OTHER CHEEK? TO MY CHURCH HAVE YOU BEEN TRUE?"

THE POLICEMAN SQUARED HIS SHOULDERS AND SAID, "NO LORD, I GUESS I AIN'T, BECAUSE THOSE OF US THAT CARRY BADGES CAN'T ALWAYS BE A SAINT. I'VE HAD TO WORK MOST SUNDAYS, 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 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 WNATED 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 THE SAINTS HAD OFTEN TROD, AS THE POLICEMAN WAITED QUIETLY FOR THE JUDGEMENT OF HIS GOD. "STEP FORWARD NOW, POLICEMAN. YOU'VE BORNE YOUR BURDENS WELL. COME WALK A BEAT ON HEAVENS STREETS YOU'VE DONE YOUR TIME IN HELL."

--AUTHOR UNKNOWN--

Submitted By

Matt in Iowa.

GlockMarksman@aol.com



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