Glass crunches under our poor feet,
We walk down the shattered street.
No excuse was so needed here,
Just fun to create such fear.
The state of these shop there,
It's shelves are now so bare.
No excuse for all this dismay,
Just a laugh for you today.
The destruction of a corner shop,
Brick was thrown at a cop.
No excuse can ever cover that,
Total anarchy from where I'm sat.
Glass crunches under our tired feet,
Homes have gone under blazing heat.
No excuse for the pain caused,
Will be found and get yours.
S Walker good poem in a heartbreaking way. Hope things are settling down there
H Mann very well written, you can picture the sorry scene, well done