Enough
Worn out,
Empty,
Can't rest,
No husband,
No Sunday Best,
The lad next door,
Tyler Clarke,
And his brother,
Think it's funny to beat up girls,
And intimidate,
A woman with cancer on her own,
Too threaten to steal what's mine,
My mother's own pearls,
So with my emerald eyes,
I ask for help from the boys and girls in blue,
Only to be told their busy tonight,
Its Friday I'm being honest he said,
Unless your dead we can't get to you,
All day long I've listened to his voice,
Parkinsons, Parkinsons,
You can't go abroad,
You can't do this,
The smell,
The stench of death,
I want no more,
ENOUGH