The Police Are Called Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Some people cause havoc for kicks,
Just to do it and then to run.
Like kids playing tricks to do done.
To enjoy this just for the fun.
With an innocence sold that's bought by everyone.

Some people annoyed by childish boys,
Will watch them with their toys to destroy.
And turn their heads to bite lips.
But stay annoyed by the boys,
As if their silence permits...them doing this.

And then the police are called.
With demands to protect them all.
As if they can amend with fixing,
Every problem that exist.

And then the police are called,
With demands to protect them all.
But no one wants to volunteer,
To give a name to assist.

Some people choose their battles picked,
But fought by others who do not run.
They want an end quick to come.
As they sit with shut lips.

Some people want their battles picked,
And peek through windows done...
As they sit.
With a watching of it.

And then the police are called,
With demands to protect them all.
But no one wants to volunteer,
To give a name to assist.

And then the police are called.
With demands to protect them all.
As if they can amend with fixing,
Every problem that exist.

Some people cause havoc for kicks,
Just to do it and then to run.
Like children playing for fun!
And then...
The police are called,
With demands to protect them all.
But no one wants to volunteer,
To give a name to assist.

And then the police are called.
With demands to protect them all.
As if they can amend with fixing,
Every problem that exist.

Some people want their battles picked,
And peek through windows done...
As they sit.
With a watching of it.
As if they permit...
All of it.