The Green Jackets are coming

[vagabond]

The park tunnel was long enough
to lose peripheral vision,
it dripped even in dry weather.
I would sit in the shadows,
watch kids run like bumper cars
sparking fear onto blackened bricks.        

I was learning.                                                      

A test for the playground huddle.
Have you heard?
when we leave at four the Green Jackets
will be by the bridge before the park,
it's winter, it's dark.
There was this girl walking home,
on her own.
Four of them jumped her.
“What did they do, what did they do?”
They stripped her and carved Green Jackets
on her back with a razor blade.

Children spun like sycamore seeds,
coats twirling held by hoods,
a tribal chant began.

The Green Jackets are coming,
the Green Jackets are coming,

Through every class room,
the story fell like dominoes,                          "fell like dominoes" has several layers in my read
tears beat snot bubbles to lips.           a very visual line
By four o’clock the police where there             they are really punctual .. and "four" again, the fourth time if i count the phonetic simile .. i´m beginning to consider "conspiracy theories" : )
guiding the panic
through school gates

I have grown.               

I see you,
vulnerable behind your screens,
I sell you God in the morning
and whiten your smile in the afternoon,              this is a great line, an inventive way to put it
control any gullible fool who's willing to believe,
the Green Jackets are on their way.

i like how you show mechanisms in that playground story.
the last stanza is perfect: not quite tangible and still hitting the point.