Nothing Anyone Could Do
Muffled thumping through thin apartment walls
Knock knock knock and a scream
Coming from 216
Noise complaint in progress
Blue and red
Red and blue
“What seems
to be the problem, officer?”
No
Probable
Cause
No
Help
Coming
The block gets quiet
Finally, a crash
A flash and then dark
There will never be another sound
Coming from 216
Too little, too late
The police said
“There was nothing we could do”
She loved him
Loved
They were a loving couple
Loving
He twisted her affection
Into metal bars
Because he loved her
She could never do right
In his tyrant eyes
Until it was all over
Blue and red
Red and blue
Nothing anyone could do.
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