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May 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Proudly he wore the uniform
As many others do
Went to work everyday
Because he always knew
What he wanted to be
Once he finally grew
Just like his father
And some uncle’s too

He lived by their credo
To protect and serve
Until he met a fate
That no one deserves
Shot twice in the head
Some people have nerve
Now an officer is dead
And his perp’s in the preserve

Facing a life sentence
Not the electric chair
He has no repentance
You see, he doesn’t care
They call him Hell-Raiser
I guess that’s only fair
He doesn’t have mercy
At least that I’m aware

We need to thank ‘em
For the jobs they do
Risking life and limb
For people like me and you
But to their oaths
They swore to be true
The many men and women
Who proudly wear the blue










© Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
The Uniform was sadly inspired by the ****** of Officer Brian Moore, a twenty-five year old New York City Police officer.  Officer Moore was sitting in his unmarked police vehicle when drove along side a perp whom he observed placing something in his waistband.  When questioned the perp shot Officer Moore in the head.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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