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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death visits in the garden, in the night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘The dead man was a six-foot ex-heavyweight, <br>funding his unpaid youth club work<br>by working as security in a night-club; <br>shot for gently warning<br>a smoker in the garden; no witnesses<br>have come forward… the dead man’s brother<br>was a probation officer; now, from despair, <br>a crime prevention officer…’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Committees meet, look serious, nod…<br>are the crime figures up or down this year? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">but the ones who could enlighten us<br>just how it is, are the inarticulate…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘I worshipped my Dad, always so sharp-dressed, <br>gold watch, rings, bracelet, all that stuff…<br>but we didn’t see enough of him…<br>he had several ladies.. he’d appear, <br>unannounced, every few weeks with<br>lots of presents for us, stay a night or two, <br>always on the phones… then he had business<br>out of town… and there’d be another baby bro or sis…<br>Mum said Dad said condoms<br>take the pleasure out of it…<br>she worked all hours, Mum, to keep us all together..<br>black women are so strong…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘You got to carry a blade when young, <br>just for self-defence, know what I mean? <br>The first scum that I shot, <br>I was real scared, man, real scared…<br>but there weren’t no ‘witnesses’ –<br>know what I mean? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There’s ‘unprovoked attack’, and there’s defence, <br>and there’s that grim grey nomansland<br>of ‘respeck’ – where the fierce, bruised ego, <br>which looks always for status, is<br>challenged by a single silent glance…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>‘Yeah, I got my posse and my patch, <br>like to dress sharp, gotta lady or two, <br>want my kids to make something of themselves…<br>but I got an anger burning inside of me…<br>life owes me, maan – knowhamean..? ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The dead man was a six-foot heavyweight, <br>funding his unpaid youth club work<br>by working as security in a night-club; <br>shot for gently warning<br>a smoker in the garden; no witnesses<br>have come forward… the dead man’s brother<br>was a probation officer, now, from despair, <br>a crime prevention officer…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This poem is for both of you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>