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Weekly Joke
  3 November 2005

The Sounds of Violence

Hello darkness my old friend
You've come to rob me once again
I hear your footsteps softly creeping
Through my house as I lie sleeping
And the brick you used to smash my window pain
Still remains
Within in the sounds of sirens.

In restless streets I walked alone
They stole my car I can't get home
'Neath the halo of a old street lamp
They grabbed my wallet by the AutoBank
When I was stabbed by a gangster and a couple of
his pals
It split my skull
I heard the sounds of sirens

And in the naked light I saw
Just one Konstabel not one more
He shouted, "Freeze! This is the law speaking!"
They broke his kakebeen without listening
People running loose 'cause they been released on bail
No place in jail
Amidst the sounds of sirens

Why they do it I don't know
Violence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my T.V. and my radio
But a life is a sacred thing my Bru
It's given once...
Don't let it echo... (GUNSHOT FOLLOWED BY SHRIEK)

And in the naked light I saw
A shadow moved across my door
I walked quietly and klapped him once
It was the Outjie from Armed Response
'Ag sorry,' I said as he fell down on his head
My face was red
Reflected in the Sounds of Sirens


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