Lock the doors and pull the blinds
The world is mad - it's scary times.
The streets are violent, full of blood
Up the wrong alley will do you no good.
Drugs are pedalled and up they are shot
It's just pot luck if it's a good batch you got.
Road rage simmers in traffic queues
Honk too loud - you'll get what's due.
Executives stressed with this life
Behind closed doors smack their wife.
Serial killers run amok
Choosing victims, taking stock.
Crazy gunmen seeking thrills
Notching up classroom kills.
Lock the door and pull the blinds
The world is scary - it's desperate times
Copyright Shirley Woods 28/6/10
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