Jolly Old England Poem by David Harris

Jolly Old England

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Do as you please we don’t care at all
you are under age
and we have you protected by the law.
You can steal, injure, maim or kill
we’ll let you do it because you are under age
and don’t know any better.
No one can touch you
or we’ll have them in court
as we have you protected
by the law of human rights.
Go do, as you please show no respect
you are under age and do not know any better.
If you kill someone we might have to put you under
Her Majesty’s Pleasure,
but don’t worry,
pass a couple of exams,
we’ll give you a new identity
and then we’ll set you free
as you were under age
and didn’t know what you were doing.
We won’t teach you right from wrong
and if someone tries,
we will have them locked inside.
You are in jolly old England
where the government says anything goes
and they’ll stand by you
as you’re under age
and don’t know what you’re doing.
Now that is a lovely message
to send to any under age thug,
but it is just the message
the British Government wants to get across.
Just remember the James Bulger murders
Jon Venables and Robert Thompson
and the wonderful treatment they received
by the British Government for stoning to death a James Bulger
because they passed a couple of exams.
New identities, moved to a secure location for their safety.
Never a thought was given to James Bulger
and the horrific way he died,
just the safety of two vicious murdering thugs was paramount.
So welcome to jolly old England
where if you’re under age you can do as you please
because you have the British Governments approval,
as you don’t know what you’re doing.


28-29 September 2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen Stirk 01 October 2009

A fabulous piece in which you poor your heart out over the lawless youth and the hopeless government. Don't start me off on this one. Your views are exactly the same as mine David. I refer to us as 'Rip Off Britain', and I can't see how things are going to get any better. The yob culture is here to stay unless someone gets a grip of it. I remember the times of the fearless bobby, and the times when they used to walk the streets. Now there are more of them than ever before, yet, mysteriously, none of them walk the beat. I think that they are all too involved in the Police and Criminal Justice Act, and too tied up with paperwork, to do their jobs. Or perhaps they're just too scared. This a brave piece which I hope is read and commented upon by more of us. Best Regards Steve

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