29 October 2012
I can see them coming, Like I'm their daily prey, My heart is drumming, For being weak, I have to pay,
They take all my bags, As they pin me against the wall, My belongings are in rags, By the time I'm on the floor,
The crouch beside me, And they pull me by my hair, It's been like this for weeks, Three against one isn't fair,
I'm sick to the stomach, Before they start to kick, But it's just my luck, To be the easy target.
Vulnerable • Opuss № I