The Last StopA Poem by Shelby BakerA cops last stop.
Laying on my back I stare up at the dark sky Pain rushing around my body This was supposed to be a normal stop Nothing more and nothing less Hand out a ticket and be on your way. But no, you had to grab that gun And Fire it as if I wasn’t human I’m not an animal nor a beast. How could you be so cruel? Now I lay on my back wondering if I’ll see another day. See my children and wife… Watch them smile when I walk through that door I wonder if I’ll make it. To you it was just another fight I wonder if you care How would you feel if you were me? So you have a cold heart? Do you even care that you just shot a human? It seems like you don’t. Your speeding off Probably thanking god your not going to have to pay A 50 dollar ticket. I can feel my life draining and wonder if anybody would care Of course my wife and children would But would those who I served and protected care? Those who made fun of us getting a coffee when they where behind us also getting one? Shockingly we’re just like you. But instead of jumping in our cars and going to our office’s With out a care in the world We pin a badge to our shirt... carry a gun and meet dangerous people all the time Now with my final thoughts wondering if you care I close my eyes and bid you goodbye.
© 2009 Shelby BakerAuthor's Note
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Added on March 4, 2009Last Updated on March 5, 2009 AuthorShelby BakerWare, MAAboutcenter> [~]Shelby Ace Baker [~] May 21 [~] Massachusetts [~] Smart & Witty [~] Sarcastic on occasion more..Writing
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