Disclaimer: I do not own this poem, Joe Whitaker does.
Law Enforcement
They patrol our streets both night and day,
from sea to shining sea.
They put their lives on the line,
Everyday for you and me.
Although they are loathed by many,
Unless they are of need.
They come to work everyday,
Because it's born into their breed.
Their job is protect and serve,
Their oath is uphold the law.
We should pray for thenevery night,
Pray they never fall.
For they are our first defense,
Against those that wish us harm.
They are the first to respond,
To our phone calls of alarm.
If you don't know who they are,
Then let me give you a hint.
They are the men and women,
Of your local Law Enforcement.
For those that don't know 'loathed' means hated.
