English Riots: Anthem For Doomed Youth Poem by Sic Poet

And it was the bomb that taught us to riot, the bomb
In the window of the T.V set some years ago
Where the spring in the heels of the Middle East
And the growing vines that loot the minds
In the kingdom of Argos came crashing into our eyes.

I could not hurt them. Not in the prison we build for them,
the aggressive market where branding hurts like a cow
and the sons and daughters on meth and MTV base
race through our cities like a sneeze. Water on Stones

not even touched by the gentle hands of teenagers.
the German supermarkets burn with Diesel design,
their fumes reach out, far into the skies above our

Homes choking the industry we lost. And their faces
hidden as a boy ignites a fire he will never put out.