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Frightened of our
road, frightened of our kids
However did it
come to ever turn out the way it is?
A parent is
approached, he finds it hard to handle
To have to be
told that his child’s’ become a vandal.
A smashed up
double glazed window in a quiet cul-de-sac
But worse things
go on late at night and all behind our backs.
Pulling faces at
our neighbours, knocks down private walls,
The youths and
kids of today have no respect at all.
And the elderly
that they terrorise are praying for some rain
So the children
don’t play knock down ginger time and time again.
They use such bad
language and really do not care,
Such blasphemy
and rudeness in front of anyone they swear.
Where we’re in
bed so late at night,
They ring at our
door bells, what gives them the right?
And all the
things we’ve saved hard for, lovingly have bought
Now ruined by
dysfunctional children who yet have not been caught.
The police offer
no support and have never made a stand
No wonder the
likes of us take the law into our own hands.
And although they
have been questioned they won’t look you in the eye
Only blaming one
another and tell such bare faced lies.
So how on earth
are you going to grow?
When all you do
is sink so low?
The parents they
deny, shake their heads and feel no shame
Swept under the
carpet their perfect child is not to blame.
The mini thugs,
what is your future (already looking rough)
And all our
neighbours who’ve done no harm are saying enough is enough.
Linda Lawrence
25th
May 2006