Knife Crime
When things cut up rough
Don't waste a life,
It isn't tough
To use a knife,
It means you're weak
And sick inside,
A coward too,
No cause for pride:
Why not just throw
That knife away
And live to see
Another day?
That would be brave
And cause no grief -
Death is so long
And life so brief.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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