The cold, dark, silent night,
The neighborhood covered in fright,
The neighbors are watching the cowboys.
Mr.Meads was always right.
Welcome to the land of the dead.
Nothing to be found out, not even a thread.
The streets are long and empty,
Along the sidewalk the lights spread.
Obviously as far as it seems,
Every street is covered in police.
The dark windows give you the creeps,
It's just impossible to walk in peace.
The future is nothing but shame.
The folks' obsessions are way too lame.
There are so many people to blame.
Sigh, forget it they're all the same.
great work crafting the rhyme scheme...I'm not sure what you meant by "streets covered in police"? what with only one police car, but I liked your poem very much. Very good rhythm
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