Blue Blood

Fresh off work wondering what meal my family and I will share tonite, my mouth drools as I taste the possibilities while sitting at a red light.

A few more blocks to go till I see my children’s faces in the window smiling from ear to ear racing out the door yelling “mommy daddy’s here!”

My phone buzzes Siri reads me a message from my wife, “hey love dinners almost done but it’s raining bad so be careful on your way home tonite”. I crack a smile and think to myself how did I get so lucky not knowing my luck is just about to run out and my family will be left with questions and doubt.

I hear sirens and as I look to see where they are coming from, whole time they are coming from behind me. I move over so they can pass me by not knowing I was their intended target you see.

I have my license and registration ready to show so this encounter can be quick and I can just go. I’ve done nothing wrong, yet my heart rate is through the roof and my anxiety is sky high I pray to God this won’t be the way that I die.

I see an officer approach me with one hand on his hip, he’s holding on to his gun with a tight grip. “Good evening officer what seems to be the problem?” I ask in the most respectful way that I can all while keeping my eyes on the gun he’s gripping in his hand.

”Step out of the car sir“ he demands with no validation as to why I’ve been stopped, I respond “until I know why I’m being pulled over officer I’d rather not”.

Angrily he yanks me out of the car as his partner opens the door they slam me to the pavement as if it was a soft carpeted floor. “What  did I do wrong? Why are you doing this to me?” I ask while trying to roll over and see and that’s when I felt the weight of a knee and it became harder and harder to breathe.

I continue to ask why I explain I have a wife and three kids who need me to make it home every night that’s when they made my soul take flight. Two loud bangs and my body’s overwhelmed with pain I’ve been shot lying face down handcuffed in the rain with my wife and my kids as the last things on my brain.

Im coughing up blood, but it’s not red it’s blue, blue because the bullets fired into me came from a man in blue, ya know the ones meant to serve and protect you. Then they get off without a tap fueling their egos to think it’s okay to take protect and serve to target and attack.

My wife and kids lives have been disrupted as they have to bury me yet my murders will get excuses and will walk free. If there is no justice there’s no peace.