Hey You Poem by Tricia LucasClarke

Hey you! You’re a mum
‘Bout time you talked to your son
Where was he last night?
Came home, what a sight
Lingering smoke
‘Bout time you sat down and spoke.

He ain’t got a job
Well dressed, not a slob
Cut hands, torn clothes
Bruised cheek, bloody nose
How come he ain’t broke
‘Bout time you sat down and spoke.

No sense in avoidin’
What went on in Croydon
In Hackney and Ealing
You must have a feeling
The destruction and riot
This ain’t the time to keep quiet.

Full of excuses
Substances abuses
Lack of respect
Which you’ve come to expect
Why d’you let it go on
Where did it go wrong?

Hey you! You should listen
This discord and friction
It won’t go away
This ain’t no way to behave
You need to ask questions
What are his intentions?

Hey you! You’re a mum
Why don’t you spend time with your son?