There was a time when heroes
Died on Holy Quests
Nowadays they die
For meaningless drug arrests

Just fulfill the quota
Undercover in the field
“Buy and bust” the mission
Awarded the Gold Shield

Quasi-military honors
If in battle die
Politicians give stump speeches
Widows mourn and cry

Organ music playing
Countless widows weep
Can they be consoled
A flag and hat they keep

They say it’s part of glory
The price we have to pay
But nowadays the heroes
Are dying everyday

There was a time when heroes
Knew very few defeats
Nowadays they drop like flies
Right on our city streets

Organ music playing
Funerals everyday
More tears and speeches
We’ll fight harder politicians say

The Drug War wages on
It’s fought on city streets
The minds and hearts of heroes
Are suffering defeats

They say it’s part of glory
The price we have to pay
But nowadays the heroes
Are dying everyday

They’re dying everyday
They’re dying everyday

From my book, Sometimes Blue Knights Wear Black Hats.

http://www.amazon.com/Sometimes-Blue-Knights-Wear-Black/dp/1481722867