Same old junkies shooting up in plagued streets
That are no longer paved with gold. Knife crime
Soars. Few can bear the societal heat.
Many behold the glaring warning signs.
But is it too late to change wanton ways?
England badly lacks political vision.
We're now in the midst of violent dog days.
Bold prophets foresee fatal collisions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem