My Poetry. Anti Social Behaviour.

Muggings are rife, old folks are scared,
Murder is common, issues flared.
Alcohol rampant, drugs abused,
Jails full of people, guilty, accused.

Shopkeepers terrified, windows barred,
Faces all torn, ripped, or scarred.
Children hanging around town all night,
Confronting people, causing a fight.

Young girls drinking, causing a fuss,
Foul language rife when they're on the bus.
Little kids learning this is the way;
Adults all tutting, but nothing to say.

Anti-social behavior is alive in our day,
People are nervous, scared of the way.
Police overstretched, taxes are high—
Does anyone care, except you and me?

© William Sinclair Manson 2025