Gordon David

Rookie (1st September 1959 / Edinburgh)

Don'T Carry Knives - Poem by Gordon David

Stab me without warning

As your phone clicks away

Lying in a pool of blood

Boast to your friends today

All your brave talkin’ ‘bout stabbing, jabbing,

nabbing and grabbing, won’t make it all go away

Your mates are talkin’ ‘bout deceiving, leaving,

thieving and grieving, it’s not just another day

Why can’t you see your mother’s crying, a son’s dying.

someone’s lying, about the knives they’re buying

All you need to do is throw your knives away.

All of your boasting will get you is trouble and strife, if you carry a knife,

he had 2 kids & a wife, now you’re the one doing life

For the sake of mothers and wives

Please don’t carry anymore knives from today

All you are doing is turning this into a police state

Will your mother wait, at the prison gate, to find out her sons fate?

If you want a bit better life

You better not carry a knife

Can’t you feel the burning

Is this your destiny

Doing life in prison’s

Not as good as they say


Comments about Don'T Carry Knives by Gordon David

  • Rookie - 0 Points Viola Grey (8/3/2008 12:29:00 AM)

    very, very relevant right now...great work (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 35 Points Chris Newlash (8/2/2008 11:53:00 PM)

    great one, read some of my peoms maybe you'll like them (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 2, 2008



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