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On September 11,
2001 many of New York's Finest Police Officers lost their
lives in the World Trade Center massacre, when terrorists
attacked our country, our freedom, and our way of life.
These officers responded valiantly. This poem is written in
respect and honor of all the Law Enforcement Officers who
have given themselves that we might enjoy our freedom and
safety in this great land.
In memory of our
fallen heroes
They lost their
lives.
They gave their
all,
When they
responded
To the call.
"Protect and
Serve" is what they do ~
These valiant
ones, our folks in "Blue".
Marshall,
Sheriff, or Special Ops,
Trooper, Police,
or just plain Cops.
We called them
"pigs", and we poked fun…
Who else would do
what they have done?
Who else would
shield us from the crimes,
Risk their own
lives so many times?
He was a trooper,
proud and tall
Until we heard
that dreaded call.
To save a life he
gave his all.
Another hero took
the fall.
I was there when
the call came in.
Still, I wonder,
what might have been
If it were not
for that report
That meant a life
had been cut short.
They stand for
us, both large and small,
Each time they
answer to the call.
It's much the
same across the land.
Their falling
lets our freedom stand.
Who else will
answer when we call?
Who is willing to
take the fall?
Who will defend
us 'til they drop?
Who would you
call, except a cop?
~Author~
Glen Pysell
©Copyright 2001
This is dedicated to my late Uncle Paul Pysell, who was a Virginia State Trooper.
 
 
Please... Do not copy or reproduce without written permission from the author.
The midi you are listening to is......"Braveheart"
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