#vandals - Hello Poetry

I heard the footsteps as they came across the road; The snap of hurried feet outside the house. Shapes in the moonlight, a voice in the darkness, A knock at the door, I heard the dogs barking. The bleating of the flock, The chatter of the birds amongst the trees, I recall the whisper of the morning breeze; Hyphening the broken silence as two boys stole about the house; It was midnight in August 99. Two sparks set out to chase the bang! Bang! ~ set them running. I cut them down; I cut them down! I heard the sirens as the cops sped off the road; The squeal of hurried wheels outside the house. shapes in the moonlight, a voice in the darkness, A knock at the door, I heard the dogs barking. The bleating of the flock, The chatter of the birds amongst the trees, I recall the whisper of the morning breeze; Hyphening the broken silence as two cops stole about the house; It was midnight in August 99. Two cops set out to chase the bang; Bang! I put my hands up and the cops took me down! Judge I’m guilty, it’s true for everything they said I did; I did! But there were reasons, don’t you see: These boys; they were bullying me! I called the cops on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, came round again; still no one came; drove me insane; Two sparks set out to chase the bang! Bang set them running; I cut them down! Two cops set out to chase the bang! Bang! Yes, I put my hands up! and the cops took me down! But Mr Wolf gave me twenty, and the circus came to town; for as a victim I was lonely; but as a killer; as a killer; I was crowned. Newsworthy, top of the heap, the talk of the town!

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC

Purcy

Top of the heap?

I heard the footsteps as they came across the road; The snap of hurried feet outside the house. Shapes in the moonlight, a voice in the darkness, A knock at the door, I heard the dogs barking. The bleating of the flock, The chatter of the birds amongst the trees, I recall the whisper of the morning breeze; Hyphening the broken silence as two boys stole about the house; It was midnight in August 99. Two sparks set out to chase the bang! Bang! ~ set them running. I cut them down; I cut them down! I heard the sirens as the cops sped off the road; The squeal of hurried wheels outside the house. shapes in the moonlight, a voice in the darkness, A knock at the door, I heard the dogs barking. The bleating of the flock, The chatter of the birds amongst the trees, I recall the whisper of the morning breeze; Hyphening the broken silence as two cops stole about the house; It was midnight in August 99. Two cops set out to chase the bang; Bang! I put my hands up and the cops took me down! Judge I’m guilty, it’s true for everything they said I did; I did! But there were reasons, don’t you see: These boys; they were bullying me! I called the cops on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, came round again; still no one came; drove me insane; Two sparks set out to chase the bang! Bang set them running; I cut them down! Two cops set out to chase the bang! Bang! Yes, I put my hands up! and the cops took me down! But Mr Wolf gave me twenty, and the circus came to town; for as a victim I was lonely; but as a killer; as a killer; I was crowned. Newsworthy, top of the heap, the talk of the town!

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Breaking things is vandalism, And vandals deserve a 6×9×12 cell, But what of sportspersons? They keep breaking records, Mostly someone else's records, And sometimes their own. Shouldn't they be jailed?

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC

Atul

Vandals

Breaking things is vandalism, And vandals deserve a 6×9×12 cell, But what of sportspersons? They keep breaking records, Mostly someone else's records, And sometimes their own. Shouldn't they be jailed?

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If doing things our way is wrong than we'll be the vandals of this hollow land I'll fall into the dust so i can recreate you in the sand, you little angel You are fragile, something i hold dear I only want protection for you to be near You can hold your own, there's no denying that but the care must be there. We're vandals in this hollow land i don't expect them to understand.

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Dec 11, 2015

Dec 11, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Vandals In The Hollow Land

If doing things our way is wrong than we'll be the vandals of this hollow land I'll fall into the dust so i can recreate you in the sand, you little angel You are fragile, something i hold dear I only want protection for you to be near You can hold your own, there's no denying that but the care must be there. We're vandals in this hollow land i don't expect them to understand.

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