On the street where we live the police regularly take people away ,
and the neighbourhood is getting more like living in hell everyday .
Houses are torched ,
fence lines set alight ,
fireworks in letter boxes explode .
Speeding cars narrowly miss little kids
who are out playing on the road .
Bad boys in cars throw insults at us as they drive past our family home .
But its commonly known that torment has a spiritual law of it's own .
In time the scum will be overcome God knows we're sick to death of it all ,
outside our gate ,
prisons await for bad boys justice is ready to fall
By Paul McCann
