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Dear
Mr Blair………..
Some of us don’t want to be fat cat rich,
Some of us just want to be able to live.
Some of us can’t easily just go outside,
For fear of some scumbag taking our life.
Someone was shot for a cuss today,
Someone cradled his corpse in the street where
it lay,
Someone had called for the police, but they say
“We’re busy with a burglary West Bridgeford
way”
Sometimes the night is filled with blue noise,
Sometimes the police catch the right boys.
Sometimes the face on the screen tries to care,
But we all know about the sponsorship deals with
her hair.
Somehow we all have to re-strike the balance
Somehow we all have to harness our talents,
Somehow the morals got lost in the muddle,
Wrong becomes right, as poison becomes puddle.
Some of the things that you hear aren’t true,
Some of the people I hate are like you,
Some of the help might get here in time,
Three people here died, whilst you read this
rhyme.
© Dhan Whitelock 27.07.02 |
