Eight Minutes – a poem 

Next time you loudly complain 

About the Police on our streets

Think about who’ll help you

When life become unsafe

Without a single thought

For safety of their own

They’ll gladly step right in

And deal with what needs to be done

Going beyond and above

Of what’s expected of them

And despite the way they’re treated

Will do it over and over again 

Who else can you rely on

To appear when you need them most

And take charge of the situation 

For completing a thankless task

More than just a day job

More than just a salary slave

The thin blue line is as strong as steel

Forging its way through veins

Of men and women

Who have fire in their souls

And a beating heart of gold
Ange Chan ©2017


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