The Stalking Crime


Cameras in the sky, radiation in the room,
Electricity going off at the sound of a boom.
Wires hanging down from tall wooden poles,
You need to be careful where you step with those soles.

Busy locations suddenly scattered,
I know what I saw, would have had to of mattered.
If you're not loud enough, the silence could kill,
They aren't living on time, but with their free will.

Waiting on corners and in parking lots,
Conforming to sound, like a bunch of robots.
Not caring if they're right or wrong,
A dumb person can only hope to be strong.

The lengths they go to has been too many miles,
Their disguises are varied, but conform to the styles.
Some call this the new world order,
He tried to buy time, but he couldn't afford her.

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