Breaking stone and cracking glass,
Steel is bent disfigured brass,
Down come buildings all in a row,
Industry will always come and go,
Falling chimneys tyles and bricks,
Thugs grafitii on walls just for the kicks,
Brick through window and through door,
No longer catch the culprit anymore,
None get away some say, they have though,
For breaking my house, my life, have an ASBO.

Nick Hilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-alas-we-come-to-the-end/