The Wild North West Poem by Maureen Pickford

Innocent lad
falls to the floor.
All he did was
open the door.

Crazed gunslingers'
twitchy fingers.

Mother's grieving.
Police have failed.
Tried their utmost
to get them jailed.

Please just listen;
build more prisons.

Down at the gym
they're selling drugs;
could be your boy
playing their mug.

Vile drug runners;
evil doers.

Owe them money?
Then watch your back.
Their knives are out.
It's you they'll stab.

Weapon of choice;
they make no noise.

Their tentacles
spread far and wide.
There is nowhere
to run and hide

Gangland city;
more's the pity.

In my home town
a vipers nest,
don't forget your
bullet proof vest.

A crying shame;
it's not the same.