You are a criminal,
A sure number one
Who killed, slaughtered and beat;
made innocent ones beg down to their feet.

We’ve got you now,
behind steel bars and chains
We’re counting your days
‘till you’ll have to pay.
Your debts and punishments
for leading young ones astray.

24 hours, you’ve got 24 hours
to do what you want, the time is all yours.
To sing, dance, travel to France,
c’mon hurry up while you’ve got the chance.

For when it’s all over, when church bells have rung,
There’s no escape, we’re getting you hung.

written by: Eunice Joy, Age 13

This poem was written/submitted by Eunice Joy.