Death of a Hero

We went to a crime scene, Chief.
We remembered what you said.
You told us not to shoot him, Chief.
So we questioned him instead.

We felt pretty proud inside Chief,
The way you said we would.
You told us not to shoot him, Chief.
Even though the others said we would.

As we got into the car, Chief.
We knew we’d get back in one piece.
Because of the way you taught us, Chief.
So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Chief.
But as I pulled onto the road,
He got out of his handcuffs, Chief,
And shot us both.

As we lie here dying, Chief.
The shooter got away.
He’s the criminal, Chief.
And we’re going to pay.

We’re lying here dying, Chief.
We wish you’d get here soon.
Why did he take our lives away, Chief.
Our lives burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around us, Chief.
Most of it is mine.
We hear the paramedic say, Chief,
They’ll be dead in a short time.

We just wanted you to know, Chief.
We swear we didn’t shoot.
It was him, Chief.
He was scared and didn’t think.

We just wanted to tell you, Chief.
He was trying to get away.
The only difference is, Chief.
He’s the shooter and we’re going to pay.

Why do people kill, Chief?
It can ruin your whole life.
We’re feeling sharp pains now, Chief.
Pains just like a knife.

Tell our wives not to cry, Chief.
Tell our children to be brave.
And when we get to heaven, Chief,
Write “Our Hero” on our grave.

Someone should have told him, Chief.
Not to shoot and kill.
If only they had taken the time, Chief.
We would still be alive.
Our breaths are getting shorter, Chief.
We’re becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for us, Chief,
Because when we needed you… you were
Always there.

We have one last question, Chief.
Before we say goodbye.
We didn’t shoot, Chief.
So why are we to die?

This is the end, Chief.
We wish we could look you in your eyes,
To say these final words, Chief.
We Thank You and Goodbye.

Death of a Hero

Pamela Murdock

Tampa, United States

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Artist's Description

This poem was modeled after the popular “Death of an Innocent.” I wrote this poem to remember the three officers that were killed in the line of duty in Tampa, Florida during the Hank Earl Carr chase.

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