Dead Cops, Living Crime

There should be a fine
For dead cops
And living crime
The judge should do time

A scream made
Coming to save
Faithful to the trade
Not knowing the trick
The criminal will play
The cop will pay
As somebody somewhere enjoys a glass of wine
Lead began to fly
Changing life to death
This cop lay down and die
For a system that killed justice
Justice killed a cop
As criminals have fun at play

See that child cry
As a shovel full of dirt is thrown
Somebody somewhere enjoys a glass of wine
A child wonders why

By:  Roger Harkness

 
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