Its part of the policy

She dabs at her eyes

as they tell her the frightful tale

of how her only brother died.

they look at each other

no emotion in there eyes

a cold frown placed on there lips

the girl now on her knees

asking "why?"

tears stream down,

she begs them to say it was a lie

a scream reaches her lips

she looks like she about to die.

but they just turn around

without another word.

still crying for her brother

the poor little girl.

but....

still they act like nothing is wrong.

its part of there job as police.

its part of the policy.