Gangs by Carl Sadler

I Heard that gangs are like rumours

Spreading devastation

Travelling like a tornado.

Racing through villages, its path,

Death, fire and grief to all families.

Wrong place, wrong time,

12.00 day break in the factory.

It's a black day, all day and all night.

Floors are ripping up with fire,

I am running out,

Screaming

Bodies saying help, help!

This blazing building won't go without death and destruction.

Next day papers are popping up with

'CARNAGE CLAIMS LIVES'

cambridgeshire county council