STREET OF DESPAIR

I gaze down below,
At a street of despair;
Down through the window,
As I am standing there.

I see before me,
Three cops on the street,
And one old lady,
Being pulled off her feet.

As the woman was screaming,
Away the squad car flew,
While the woman was asking,
What the hell did I do?

Onlookers gathered near,
As one to another said:
“I suppose there’s nothing to fear,”
And each went home to bed.