A POEM ABOUT UNIFORMS

Some people are scared of clowns They find them very creepy They don't bother me much though They're not the ones that make me feel weepy. I don't like the sound of marching Big boots tramping, STAMP! and CRUNCH! The sound of it makes me tremble Inside of me, I hunch. Men in black I find so scary Women in black trouser suits Their faces hard without emotion Their faces hard, just like their boots. When the clowns control the soldiers When the clowns control the police That is then good cause to tremble That is then the end of peace