Knock on the door.
The figure standing before me is uniformed.
“Are there any children in the house?”
I answer the questions concerned.
My neighbourhood is a good one.
A gang attack?
Next door?
They are good people…
Are the kids ok?
Oh that’s why you are asking me.
No, I am not hiding them.
After they have left
I cry and go cuddle my own babies.
Saturn's Premier Poet 