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
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