April 5, 2013 by Sez
We’ll come around and break your windows.
Write our names for you upon your walls.
Light wheelie bin fires as beacons to our hate.
We’ll walk behind you down the gennels.
We’ll lurk in the underpass waiting for you to pass.
You’ll feel our breath on the back of your neck as you cross the empty car park.
We’ll shout at you.
We’ll play our music loudly
We’ll drink a toast in to your terror in white cider.
Because we don’t want to be you.
Because we don’t want to be the victim.
Because the ones who hurt us always have enough.
Because we want to be like them.
Because we are hurting.
We are violent
Because we are violated.
You call us animals:
We bare our teeth and scream.