9pm…Police sirens flash and spin.
As 4 more Police vans now move in.
‘Save Our Kids’ is the chant I hear.
As innocent bystanders, run in fear.

This is a riot, feral youth at the core.
It will achieve nothing, that’s for sure.
A brick flies passed me breaks in 2.
The Police Helicopter is now in view.

1am…County Road is puffing smoke.
Bins set alight, yobs think it’s a joke.
The Police seem to be losing control.
What are their tactics, what’s their role?

Arsonists targeted The Library tonight.
I arrived to see a heart-breaking sight.
Books lay about with blackened page.
What was my plea… ‘Sorrow not rage’

People sweep the roads, I lend a hand.
Onto the smoky debris, a tear does land.
3am…it’s all quiet now, people still clean.
County Road is a mess a horrible scene.

4am...So, home I went County Road 12a.
After what’s been a long and hostile day.
Rioting, looting, arson at my front door.
7am…the clean-up begins in Walton L4.