Fabregas Posted January 30, 2008 Imagine the sounds: Melodious, ghostly-screaming organs Lungs gasp for air often Hearts become Orphans T-Hammers and Baseball Bats hit sixes Leaving Brains needing Thirty-six stitches Screwdrivers plunge deep into young arteries with indifference Blood flows like red gunge, many inches deep Nine to Five drivers watch from their still car screens As if it where a dream Their minds plead silently for an end to this dirty deed Meanwhile, Nike and Adidas trainers of different sizes Ranging from five to- nine Beat the floor like African Drums representing their tribes Young men run for their lives In the distance: racing sirens The street is silenced A moment of peace for this omen of violence How she feels the Street, she can’t describe Leaving it to the graffiti and street scribes to analyze this latest demise Reading: Rest in peace young life, today was your time Nobody could save you, not even 999 They tried to resuscitate you, but I saw your young eyes Looking at the Sky for that last time I wanna cry, but ma manly pride won’t let me A moment of peace for this dirty deed Is what I need Police knock on doors: dear mum Something awful happened in the slum (estate) Don’t how to say this Am sorry, your, your...... dear SON Was a victim of the knife and gun culture Mothers scream cursing the vultures Tears flow down their sorry cheeks Picturing her son bleed all alone, on that empty Road They said deep wounds to the throat Her young son, who wasn’t yet fully grown The one, who in her arms she used to hold, Who could be so callous, so cold? And over what? A postcode! A moment of peace for this dirty deed Is what she needs Mass flowers, like every hour Tributes at funerals Police appeal for witness Brothers become religious Courts cases and killers Same faces and villans Child soldiers, street guerrillas Grew up in street alleys and Mazes Locked behind still cages Politics still taking ages Lawyers and high profile cases That was the aftermath Of what was a bloodbath Young kids seen so many they never laugh Contemplating in Jail, how they took this path A moment of peace for this dirty deed Is what they need Dedicated to all the Youth killed in London and elsewhere! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
