Young Violence Poem by Anthony Foster

Easy wheezy paddle wack,
Do not give the boy a smack,
Easy wheezy big sharp knife,
Don’t take it out don’t take a life,

Easy wheezy lets have fun,
I have got a big hard gun,
Easy wheezy the sound of a shot,
Now he is a dark bloody blot,

It’s not our fault he had no chance,
We wear the shoes we do the dance,
It is not to judge nor his conscience keep,
We sow we reap and for the victims we weep,