SOMETIMES WE PUNISH THE VICTIM OF A CRIME

I'm a fist sized rock, and I was lying there for years, very peaceful, on the ground,

Some kid grabbed and threw me through a big, glass window; I made a loud, terrible sound,

I was doing nothing on the hard floor,

A policeman came, and moved me once more,

Now, I sit in an evidence room, waiting for the perpetrator to be found.