When I Hear The Sirens

When I Hear The Sirens

When I hear the sirens…I panic.
It’s the cops out on their morning call,
Saving the good guys and punishing the bad.
Oh yes they deserve their credit, but here I am
Hoping they do not find them in time.

When I hear the sirens...I shudder.
It’s the firefighters out on their evening job,
Controlling the heat and saving the trapped.
Oh yes they deserve their recognition, but here I am
Hoping the flames continue to burn.

When I hear the sirens…I weep.
It’s the paramedics out on their night run,
Healing the injured and caring for the sick.
Oh yes they deserve their praise, but here I am
Hoping their treatment does not work.

When I hear the sirens…I close my eyes
To remember all those I panicked for;
To recall all those I shuddered for;
To mourn all those I wept for.
But no one will do the same for me.

Here I am hoping the flames continue to burn...Copyright © 2005- MarcusObal. All rights reserved.

3 comments:

  1. Thanks everyone for the brilliant support.

    To avoid any copyright issues, here is the full attribution for Marcus Obal's stunning photograph.
    "FIRE 01" by MarcusObal - Own work. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:FIRE_01.JPG#mediaviewer/File:FIRE_01.JPG

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  2. Absolutely fantastic Jake! That speaker is so mean yet I have some sort of sympathy with him..

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    1. I'm so glad that you understood one of the meanings to the poem. Thanks so much for commenting. I hope you have a great week.

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