Irene's Treasure - Echoes of My Heart

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+*^^*+ The Diary of a Cop +*^^*+

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    Farewell brother!

Today I said farewell to my best friend
We were close as brothers to the end

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Sharing all our tough ups and downs
In all our rough times we always found

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Time to seek advice and to confide
No secrets did we ever hide

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We were always close to each others side
We were young cops and were asigned

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On a mission where the board between
Our country and Guatemalan meet
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We were boarder guards on duty at that time
Where the illegal "aliens" crossed over
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Huddled masses of families creeping out of sight
But that night someone threw a hand grenade up high

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And it came crashing down beside my friend's leg
At once he bent to pick it up

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He tried to throw away this bomb of death
And as I let out a startled cry

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It exploded right before my eyes
With such a blast that I was thrown yards away stupified

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It blew my friend up to the sky
My heart was shattered too as I cried

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In the darken bushes alongside the barred wire fence
My gun useless against the stampeding masses

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Of human flesh, not caring that my friend was gone

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         Forever!....Oh! how I cried!

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For I lost a part of me that night and for all I try
I can't stop the dreams, for I see angels flying high

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   As they lead him to heaven in the sky
          copyright©1995Irene

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    Note:
My husband was a cop for 13 yrs. in our
country iof Belize,n Central America.
He told me many tales of his experiences
as a young cop.
In that part of the world, the Law signifies
nothing to outlaws, who do not respect
the law r policemen.

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