Broken locks poem

Broken locks and windows and drawers ransacked,
clothes upon the floor,
and a broken mirror cracked,
and jewellery taken,
taken by those who have fled,
and who have been disturbed halfway through the act,
but why, why do you pick on the vulnerable?
And would you, upon your family inflict such an evil act?
Probably,
probably, alas.

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