White baby rabbit by the forest path
Dead and perfect
Nestled in autumn leaves
A lucky escape
Or a fate worse than life
Tormented by day
And haunted by night
As darkness sheds light
On anguish so deep
So personalised
How many years have passed?
Don’t think, don’t calculate
Thinking brings feeling
And years of lost memories
With no right to tears or regret
Steven Shorrock (2018)
Chase them! Chase them!
We’ll get our revenge
These rats have no respect for us
But crimes must be avenged
Winding into cul de sacs
Justice must be served
But on these wild Manchester streets
Horrors must be swerved
The rats have gone, they’ve disappeared
To places cars can’t drive
And now we’re trapped in cul de sacs
With nowhere left to hide
We disembark the Volvo car
One window smashed for hate
To neighbours waiting on their steps
This was a big mistake
A shotgun! A shotgun!
A double-barrelled warning
Get back in the car and go
Or you won’t see the morning
These divided city streets
Aren’t what you used to know
Trapped in this workless cul de sac
To die, for a broken window
Steven Shorrock (2018)
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