Lament For A Cop
Helicopters hover, searching
for the one who shot
the man who served,
who held a thin shield
between us and the chaos
of violent minds, reckless desires
born of poverty,
ignorance,
greed.
He coached our kids
showed them how
to hit three-pointers,
be safe,
live
without fear.
Fearlessly, he pursued the robbers,
slammed them to a firm
stop, and followed them
down an ally
to his death.
How can our city,
our state or country,
our culture survive
when ignorance wins
and heroes die?
poem by Steven Federle
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