Answer:
In my neighborhood, gun-men walk around hurting people at night. Helpless people who barely have a sent get their "junk of a car" stolen. Madams with children lock their doors, for the gun-men want them.
Explanation:
1. I was awake a night; t'was a night of sorrow. Police outside my door, asking if you've seen "him." Going door to door, shivering children weep. Parent cannot eat, for the gun-man is here. "HIDE!" they scream. But t'was too late. Gun-man came, and did the worst.
2. Gun-man returned, hurdling an "AK" in his hand. "BAM, BAM!" shots went off. People closed the windows, hid in bathrooms, and prayed. The prissy females with button, downs scribbled anxiously on the wall.
3. In broad daylight, gun-man stroke. He took up a child, and left. She was never seen again.
