Somebody killed a policeman today,
and a part of America died...
A piece of our country he swore to protect,
will be buried with him at his side.

The beat that he walked was a battlefield too,
just as if he had gone off to war.
Though the flag of our nation won't fly at half-mast,
to his name they will add a gold star.

The suspect who shot him will stand up in court,
with counsel demanding his rights.
While a young, widowed mother must work for her kids,
and spend many long, lonely nights.

Yes, somebody killed a policeman today,
maybe in your town or mine.
While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors,
a cop put his life on the line.

Now his ghost walks a beat on a dark city street,
and he stands at each rookie's side.
He answered the call... of himself gave his all,
and a part of America died...

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I did not write this... I do not take credit for it.