London Youth - Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi
Youth of London
Wrong looks in someones way
ending someones day terminally.
Where are the police? ask the public
Ask the parents of the youth and they willhide the truth.
They couldnt mould their offspring
and will never the right thing.
They will blame society for their plight.
but its always someones fault
for their kids are the sole blight.
I would them all in a small jail cell
and treat like they were in hell.
Or maybe I could take the law in my hands.
Spray them with bullets and end the hell.
And stop the pavemnents turning crimson red.
With the blood of the innocent lying dead, .
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