The days are peaceful in our streets, schools of pupils upon their seats
But when night draws in, it’s a different story, crowds of teenagers in their glory.
They start to gather on the neighbours’ wall and begin kicking their football,
Bouncing off parked cars as it becomes dark because no ball games are allowed in the park.
Now mini motorbikes are to be seen as banned are the boys’ toys on the green,
The volume rises as girls arrive, to meet their mates is all they strive.
But stop and think where can they go, hanging on the streets until tomorrow,
Youth clubs are history and hooded are banned, only allowed on the street corner they stand.
Chip wrappers and cans greet the mornings eye, I look around and ask myself why ?
With nowhere to go and no bins In sight, the groups in the neighbourhood will return tonight.