"COPPERS STRAIN"

[† Soldier Of Christ †]

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This poem may NOT be suitable reading for all and is extremely personal and heavy and demonstrates a very sensitive area that many, if not all of police officers, have been in during their careers.

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Another day at work, more blood and guts
Am I still human or becoming a nut
Voices screaming, waiting to die
Why are these memories making me cry
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The time has come, relief is here
Something is stirring, I know this is fear
The locker room I go, off comes the job
Another late night, better buy some grog
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The locker's closed the cuffs away
My gun comes home, is this the last day
Im hurting inside, don't know where to turn
I know one day I will crash and burn
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Arriving at home, no one is here
All I can hear a whisper in my ear
Drink up son, you won't remember
The look of the eight year old, you found dismembered
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Another drink the tears are here
Now I am starting to tremble with fear
I look around, my minds a mess
Looking for something, I'm in distress
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There it is shiny and bold
Looking at me like I am old
Only young but so much pain
Should I end this, Yep I am game
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Another drink, I'm dizzy and hot
Now is the time to get a clear shot
I open the chamber, in goes the rounds
Now I'm laughing like a clown
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Last look in the mirror once and for all
Now the tears are becoming a ball
The steel is cold up against my head
Soon to be turning the colour red
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Iam crying so hard I cannot breath
My eyes are swelling I cannot see
The time is here my arm is sore
It won't be long till I'm in the morgue
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Istand there silent wondering why
I can't pull the trigger, do I want to die
My finger is frozen, my face a lie
My life is misery, I was born to die
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Iswallow hard take a deep breath
Oh please God bring me some death
Yes it's here here it comes
I'm screaming now, it's not that long
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The bullet rips through my brain
No more me, no more pain
I lay there bleeding all over the place
Look at the expressions on their face
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Floating above, the job is done
Looking at my body my brains are gone
Coppers are there, wondering why
I have just noticed I can fly
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Now an angel I look over some
Ones I care about many I love
I won't let this happen again and again
Welcome to the world of coppers strain.​

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Constable Christopher Goodman

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I found this poem on the web and kenw i needed to share this with others so they can relize the strain that police officers go through every day. if you don't realize the stresses that LEO's go through to "Protect & Serve" you - you need to! Another great poem you should read is - The Life of a Police Officer

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