Social Anarchy

As every night comes to its end,
The abuse of alcohol begins to have its effect,
The streets are filled with people,
Shouting, grumbling and arguing,
Outbreaks of violence are inevitable…

People in late night take-aways,
Take the brunt of drunken abuse,
Getting shouted at for being ‘too slow’,
They have to put a smile on their face,
And act as if they weren’t verbally assaulted…

Some drunks are know-it-all idiots,
Others are just purely aggressive,
A clash of personalities is bound to happen,
And this always leads to a clash of fists,
While the rest of the mob look on, laugh and jeer…

Blood often gets spilled in these fights,
Some people even take such a bad beating,
That they die there and then,
And it is always the innocent who get hurt,
Never the drunken fool who deserves it…

People get lost, people get hurt, people get sick…
It’s all just another night of social anarchy…