Following on from yesterday’s post about the two murdered American police officers, I found this poem on one of their memorial pages:
A Cop on the Take
First he takes the oath.
Now look at all he takes…
He takes it in stride when people call him pig.
He takes time to stop and talk to children.
He takes your verbal abuse,
while giving you a ticket you really deserved.
He takes on creeps you would be afraid to even look at.
He takes time away from his family to keep you safe.
He takes your injured children to the hospital.
He takes the graveyard shift when itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s his turn.
He takes his life into his hands on a daily basis.
He takes you home when your car breaks down.
He takes time to explain why both your headlights have to work.
He takes the job no one else wants – reporting that a loved one has died.
He takes criminals to jail.
He takes in sights that would make you cry.
Sometimes he cries too, but he takes it anyway
because someone has to.
If he is lucky, he takes retirement.
He takes memories to bed each night,
that you couldn’t bear for even one day.
Sometimes, he takes a bullet.
And, yes, occasionally he may take a free cup of coffee.
Then one day he pays for all he has taken,
and God takes him.