We saw the bottles flying
And the cutlass sucking
As it separated hands from their joints
And legs from their fixed points

Everyone took to their heels
Except those watching from the hills

Then came to the community
Men commissioned to protect with integrity
But they made our night darker
And our pains bigger

They did a general raid
That spared no maid
They filled their locked room
With men who had no broom
While the real culprits
Enjoy in their haven on their streets

sweet ..av always bin a lover of poems , with sweet rhymes