We close and lock the windows.
We use dead-bolts on doors.
We sleep with one eye open.
It's not safe here anymore.
What kind of world has this become
when you have to live in fear?
You have to keep your curtains shut
and they cannot be too sheer.
You smile at the nice young man
who looks like you or me.
But he's not going to tell you
he's on the sex-offenders registry.
You can't go out alone now.
You must always have your phone.
Don't ever let them sense your fear
or hear it in your tone.
We close and lock the windows.
We use dead-bolts on doors.
We sleep with one eye open.
It's not safe here anymore.
You capture the fear that engulfs our society so clearly here, very well done to you. Regards, Seán
yes, it is a dangerous world. but one has to learn to let go and dont have phobia about it.
I think poems are to be loved if they rhyme or don't, and I do love this one.
the question is the great poets did they rhyme there poems on purpose i dont look for rhyme in a poem i look for subject and message and mary this poem has it Warm regards allan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I sympathise from a safe distance. I live in the back of beyond. People who live as close as a mile away have never heard of the place