Deputy Sheriff Theresa Sue King

“The Badge"

She starts her shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
She drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer she is known.

She’s paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But she usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has her salary beat.

Now she doesn't know a holiday
'Cause she works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At her home she cannot be found.

She’s cursed and assaulted often,
The one whose blood runs blue.
She seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some she’s just a fool.

Her friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath her badge and gun,
She’s just another women.

She knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And she gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.

And each day when she leaves for work,
She prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.

But tonight she stops a speeding car,
She alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
She does it everyday.

Well, she walks up to the driver's window,
And her badge is shining bright.
She asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.

Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.

So she lay on the ground bleeding.
Her blood wasn't blue - Her blood was red.
And briefly she thought of her loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.

In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved her cried.

Well, they buried her in uniform
With her badge pinned on his chest.
She even had her revolver,
She died doing his best.

Back the Blue, Kate

November 15, 2019