Tottenham.. Payback.
Smash it, get all the way in
We’re the police and have given a warning
We mean to apprehend those who have made off with loot
We have cctv though you don’t give a hoot
Lawlessness will not be tolerated
Don’t let me hear you say your life’s been ill fated
Microwaves, flat screen tv’s, three g phones
All items you’d want in your home
By the sweat of your brow you shall eat bread
So, an early night, a bold heart, off to work, get out of bed
We are prepared to deal robustly with looters, but what about this ten year old?
We’ll arrest him, but have to use kid gloves when we take hold
The magistrate will say he’s had a hard life
Living with dad who has no wife
Those things he’ll get to keep with a duvet thrown in so he’ll have a good nights sleep.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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