On the 8th day, God looked down on his creation and decided he needed a protector ... poem by Police Officer Ryan Owen He needed someone to work at all hours of the day and night to protect those who don't want him around. Someone to run six blocks through alleys and over fences to capture a thief for a victim that's ungrateful because he didn't do it fast enough. So God made a police officer. He needed someone to get punched, kicked, bit, spit on, run over, ridiculed, and verbally abused just for doing his job. So God made a police officer. God needed someone for people to blame all their problems on. Someone who could fight a criminal twice his size just to be accused of brutality by the public, media, and the administration for being too rough on him. So God made a police officer. God needed someone to stare death in the face and tell him to put the weapon down. Someone who can protect his own life or the lives of others by using force and violence then turn around and be a shoulder to cry on for a grieving victim. So God made a police officer. God needed someone tough and hard on the outside, and calm and compassionate on the inside. Someone who could not only be just but also be fair. Someone who could think on his feet, and make life and death decisions in the blink of an eye. So God made a police officer. God needed someone who would not show weakness even though he was crying on the inside. He needed someone who could work the streets five days a week just to turn around and pick up an extra job or shift to support his family. So God made a police officer. God needed someone to be a counselor, a guide, a mechanic, a parent, a teacher, a lawyer, and a mind reader. Someone who could search through all the evidence and lies to figure out what really happened. So God made a police officer. God needed someone to be liked by few, loved by less, and hated by most. Someone to be able to solve everyone's problems then go home to take care of his own. So God made a police officer. God needed someone to run towards the sound of gun shots, screams, and chaos. Someone who could see death and evil on a daily basis then go home and hold his wife and kids as if nothing happened. God needed someone to be a hero, a knight in shinning armor to a complete stranger. So God made a police officer. Dedicated to the boy's and girl's in blue. Be safe and watch you six.