Dark Blue Heroes of Honor

The city of angels
lies in the nest of Hollywood,
soaring with dreams,
a beacon of life,
but across the emerald cities
glistening across the night,
there also lies
a city of heroes.
Through their darkest hour
did they rise
and did they sacrifice.
Their mighty wings took flight,
lifting us from ruble and despair,
and their shields of gold
broke the encroaching darkness.
But the streets still run red.
Bullets soar,
begging to steal innocence,
and cries pierce the late hours,
where dusk meets dawn.
But they rise again,
refusing to fall,
to break,
heroes made strong,
but will the weight
of this world
push them down,
press them hard?
And will we forget?
We look to the angels
for light and inspiration,
but do we recognize
their dark blue,
medals of honor,
men and women
dedicated to saving
the lives of strangers
walking the streets,
searching for peace
and praying every day
to end
the violence.