Demented Poem by Dave Dunn

Demented

Demented voices shrieking high
Penetrate a gentle sky
Rent as with a lightening bolt
Who can make the culprits halt
Trails of crushed cans leave a clue
Some funny cigarette butts too
Curtain twitchers here and there
Nervous as they seek to stare
And catch a glimpse of figures three
Tottering along the road so casually

Furious fingers had soon pressed
Three digits which I think you've guessed
Blue lights came within the hour
Before which there had come a shower
Of broken glass from bottles flung
Into the windows of a single mum
Taking children upstairs in great haste
Into her bathroom they were chased
Locked door holding back the Dad
Drug fuelled rage had turned him mad

Such events are far scarier than
Those that involve a speeding van
But travel at just thirty three
And surrounded by police cars you will be
Ask for help when violence flares
Then wait in terror to see who dares
To come and save the lives of three
Whose safety we should guarantee
Let the cameras do their work alone
And someone please answer the phone!

(c) Rhumour
6th July 2009