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, someone 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 a call and gave us his all
And A Part of America Died.
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