When All the Cops are Gone (c) 2016 Alan R. Cooper

They’re jailing them in Baltimore,

They're shooting them in Dallas

And on the streets of Baton Rouge,

They're gunning lawmen down;

Among those classes that engage

In endless P-C chatter,

It’s now considered blasphemy

To say that “#Cops' lives matter”.

Still the men in blue show up

To serve each day and night,

And when they make that rare mistake

The rabble rousers soon appear

To fill the streets with hate and fear

And raise the mobs that hasten on

The days when all the cops are gone…

And even when they do it right

And shoot just to protect a life,

If it’s their own, the hawkers toot

And tweet the words: “Hands up don’t shoot”

And say they wouldn’t give a hoot

If all the cops were gone.

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It’s coming now to circle full

When they’ll no longer have the will,

But as of now they’ve kept the nerve

To rise each day, “Protect and Serve”.   

Each day, each night, their husbands, wives

And children, wait them safely home...

But there will no more waiting be

When all the cops are gone.

In years to come they may decide

The pay's not worth the risks it brings,

Then farm the land, feed their kin,

Arm themselves, defend their homes,

Watch the whirlwind work its worst,

And leave the rest to Hell.

Those quiet streets we all expect,

No longer will they meet the dawn

The world will live in lawlessness,

When all the cops are gone.