Broken Britain Poem by chris dawson

Drongo’s up at Court again



With Nesbit, Scum and Slag



Chav was only watching when



They snatched that lady’s bag



Doley, Ponce and Badback Khan



All denying the offence



Are sat along the car park wall



To witness for defence



Apparently all 8 got hurt



Have made an allegation



To counter claim against old Maud



And sue for compensation



The Clerk has got a heap of files



And statements to attest



That decent British justice will



Be sure to do its best



But not today, the case adjourned



Held up by fifteen waiters



Appearing for a credit fraud



Requiring ten translators



So Maudy’s had a wasted day



And claims the bus fair home



Through inner city no-mans-land



Where all these ferals roam



Back past boarded, broken shops



The spot where she was robbed



She only made a few small steps



And just broke down and sobbed