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Part of America Died
By Harry Koch
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.
Though the flag of our nation won't
fly at half mast,
To his name they will add a gold star.
Yes, somebody killed a policeman
today,
It happened 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 new rookie's side.
He answered the call and gave us
his all,
And a part of America died. |