Kids

Hooded shadows lurking
in the darkened corners.
Teenage terrorists smirking,
just like the papers warn us.
Jeering, sneering, raving ...
the sound of running feet,
as the phlegm splatters the paving
on the dusky street.

Shivering and shaking,
scuttling across the road ...
an old lady is making
her way home with her load.
Dodging the abuse that's hurled
with butt-end, bottle and brick.
It's a mad, bad, dangerous world,
and society is sick.

Through a nervous twitching curtain,
timid eyes are peeping out.
Through the ghetto, through the urban
jungle, comes a defiant shout ....

'Come in now, Dominic,
it's time for your violin lesson!'