My Uniform

Can you hear my voice?
I can barely speak
Can you smell my fear?
I’m shaking at the knees
Did you fire the shot
That pierced through my chest?
Would you take the next one
If there’s any left?
A cut from the cloth
Lay it over me
Can you see my hands?
Blistered from the street
Can you see my badge?
The heart that pounds beneath
Another fallen martyr
Painted as a thug;
Another buried father
Supposed a crooked cop
Oh baby, don’t I look good
In my uniform?
Leave me no choice to choose
So, beat me black and blue