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The Police Officer

by LynnScotty

You call me a monster You call me a racist You call me despicable You call me horrible What am I when I save a child's life What am I when I stop an active shooter What am I when I console the grieving parents of a dead baby Tell me! What am I?! When I have to scrape up the brains of a teenage girl When I have to see a toddler who accidentally hung himself When I have to deal with the real monsters of the world Tell me!! What am I?! Have you ever seen a body that's been dead for days Have you ever seen parents grieve before the bloodied mangled body of their lifeless dead child Have you ever had to watch the life leave a child's eyes If not, then tell me! What am I?! Am I really the monster that haunts your dreams? Am I really such a horrible despicable human being? Where are you when I have to clean up from a bloody suicide? Where are you when I have nightmares at night? Where are you when my depression comes back? Where are you?! That's right. You're never there.
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Mar 12, 2019
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