
| 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 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 alone many long nights. The beat that he walked was a battlefield, too, Just as if he'd gone off to war |
To his name they will add a gold star Yes, somebody killed a policeman today, Now, his ghost walks a beat on a dark city street, And a part of America died. (Anonymous) |

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