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![]() ![]() ![]() POLICE MEMORIAL DAY We're gathered here, we comrades all To write more names upon the wall; Observing, as we do each May, The rite we call Memorial Day. There's prayers and tears and skirling pipes And color guards with stars and stripes. All somber stand the cops in ranks While firing squads fire rounds of blanks. 'Cross every badge a band of black To mourn all they who won't come back. With tightened throat and gritted teeth We watch as someone lays a wreath. And someone rises, words to say 'Bout why we all are here today. It's courage in the face of death; And loyalty 'til dying breath. It's families and what families hear When death cuts short a cop's career. Another spring's begun to bloom. The sun has banished winter's gloom. Again, we gather, comrades all. Again, write names upon the wall. Reflect, good people, on the cost Each time that lives like these are lost. And think of us who do this work; Who carry on and never shirk. A labor, you could say, of love Inspiring deeds beyond, above Our obligation to duty's call Though our names, too, might grace the wall. Go To TABLE OF CONTENTS ![]() Questions? E-mail Us! CONSTANTINE'S CIRCUS, INC. PO Box 7223 Capitol Station Albany, NY 12224-0223 518-465-4413 518-465-3200 FAX |