Tuesday Poem: "Behind the Wall" by Tracy Chapman

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall

Another sleepless night for me

It won't do no good to call

The police always come late

If they come at all

And when they arrive
They say they can't interfere
With domestic affairs
Between a man and his wife
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road
And the policeman said
"I'm here to keep the peace
Will the crowd disperse
I think we all could use some sleep"

by Tracy Chapman

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