Six men enter a building,
Only three leave living,
A police officer comes by and arrests no one,
Pacing through the building without his gun.
Obviously distraught, our officer waits,
Pleading with heaven, he cries to the fates.
Eternity passes, the night rages on,
Running through the building, he says, "Come on."
As daylight breaks, the officer droops his head in sorrow,
Sadness in his eyes, the good man leaves, it is the morrow.
Where are these people at and what is going on?