In metropolitan cities they say <br />It is easier to walk out on a bad marriage <br />Than to be rid of a bad neighbour <br />The former is resolved by separation or divorce <br />But the latter means running an unending rocky course <br />Since good apartments are difficult to find <br />We found ourselves in a dreadful bind <br />Everything we said was twisted around <br />Making us wonder if we were going unsound <br />Any simple act of neighbourly kindness <br />Was interpreted as a sign of weakness <br />The unpleasantness got louder <br />And neighbourly interactions rowdier <br />We experienced this for two long years <br />Living in a state of stress driven by all kinds of fears <br />Till one day when we could stand it no longer <br />And stepped out to show them who was stronger <br />We approached the local law keepers <br />And recounted all our grievances <br />Without omitting the details of our horrific experiences <br />Immediate action was taken <br />Our recalcitrant neighbours were summoned and berated <br />That no further complaints would be tolerated <br />That this was their final chance to reform <br />Or else they risked facing societal scorn <br />Hopefully they will from ignominy now refrain <br />And let us lead normal lives again<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neighbours-6/
