The following poems were written by Jose Ramirez, a Lieutenant with the Rincon, GA Police Department. He wrote these poems under moments of inspiration, and they reflect deep introspection and encouragement for the law enforcement community. To reprint or reproduce them in any form, please first obtain permission from Jose by contacting him at email@example.com.
My Hands Are Up
My right hand went up; when I took an oath to support and defend the Constitutions of the United States of America and the State of Georgia.
My right hand went up; when I swore to faithfully enforce the laws of the United States of America and the State of Georgia.
My right hand went up, when I swore to protect the United States of America and the State of Georgia from Foreign and Domestic criminals.
My right hand went up; when I took an oath under God to be a peacemaker (Matthew 5:9).
As I brought my right hand down; I stood with my head held high proud to be called a Police Officer.
Now I stand with both of my hands up
My hands are up, because I place my life on the line every day for those who don’t appreciate me.
My hands are up, because citizens no longer hold each other accountable for their sinful actions.
My hands are up, because as an officer I’m asked to do more but paid less.
My hands are up, because I have to hear parents tell their children, I’ll have that police man take you away.
My hands are up, because one minute I’m called to help and then another minute I’m being called a pig.
My hands are up, because it’s another year where I have to work and miss my wife’s, my son’s or my daughter’s birthday, so that an ungrateful citizen can attend theirs.
My hands are up, covering and wiping my tears away from my eyes.
My hands are up, asking the Lord why another brother or sister in blue had to die.
My hands are up, touching one another as I pray; faithfully taking up the armor of God, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before my tour ends, I pray the Lord my soul to take with angels in BLUE watching my every way.
My hands are down, as I kiss my wife, my son and my daughter possibly for the last time.
My hands are down, as I walk out the door not knowing if I’ll hear the sound of their sweet voices one more time.
My hands are down, as I walk out the door holding my head up high to fight crime with great pride.
My hands are down knowing that if God shall call me tonight I enjoyed the ride.
Lt. Jose Ramirez
Lady of Blue
When you said I do, you became a Lady of Blue.
When you said yes, did you know what you were getting into?
When you fell in love, did you realize what stood before you?
Lady of Blue, were you prepared for the long days and nights?
Were you prepared for the struggles and fights?
Lady of Blue, were you prepared for the unknowns?
Or were you even prepared for the mourns?
Lady of Blue, as the days, months and years go by
you seem to understand my frustrations and cries.
Lady of Blue, you kiss me and hug me each day that goes by
As if it was for the last time.
Know I’m patrolling the streets of heaven for the present time.
Lady of Blue, if God shall call on me tonight
Lady of Blue, I know the sound of a door knock
Or the ring of a phone brings chills through your bones.
Lady of Blue, I can hear your prayers in my head,
As I walk into the unknown not knowing what lies ahead.
Lady of Blue, I feel that I’m failing you
Lady of Blue, I’m a Police Officer and have not much to offer you.
Lady of Blue, you must seem alone as I go forward to protect God’s throne.
Lady of Blue, please know I haven’t abandon nor forsaken you.
Lady of Blue, The Lord God knew what He was doing when He created you.
Lady of Blue, It takes a special someone to be the wife of a man in blue.
My Lady of Blue, thank you for being just you and all that you do.
My Lady of Blue, may God Bless you.
My Lady of Blue, I love you.
By: Lt. Jose Ramirez