VANDALS

Why do vandals have to smash

Everything in sight?

And why do they do drugs and drink

Then go looking for a fight?

I suppose they think they're really tough

Intimidating us,

But I'm sure they're aware most passers-by

Are unlikely to make a fuss.

When they're in their marauding gangs

They think they rule the World,

Lording it over everyone

With baseball bats fast-twirled.

They kick our garden gate and throw

Beer bottles over our wall,

Then trash our car with an iron bar

Before attacking the shopping mall.

They shriek and whoop with wild delight

While racing a stolen car,

Then set it alight before running away

Like the cowards they really are.

For when you see one all alone

He'll swiftly pass you by,

With head down and hoodie over

In case you catch his eye.

His power, it seems, has deserted him

With the mass testosterone.

His voice is almost a whisper now

As he answers his mobile phone.

His sunken eyes have a vacant look

As there's nothing much within,

For the little intelligence he once had

Has been lost to cocaine and gin.

He'd be shocked to see himself

The way others do,

As the scourge of society

Respected by so few.

And what will happen when he has

Children of his own?

Will they be raised to mutilate

This land on which they've grown?

So heed this tale as a warning if

Like him, you're so weak and afraid

That you have to hide behind a brutish mob

For your life will soon degrade.