Justice is Served

March 7, 2018

Red, white, and blue reflects

In these eyes that have been hungry

Only to serve the people and the place I call home.

With a badge on my uniform and

Justice is the blood that

Flows through my veins.

A passion, a calling, a dream that can only be fulfilled

The moment someone goes to me for help.

The moment opportunity strikes,

So will I.

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