Had a quiet peaceful night in my room.
Not a sound disturbed me.
Driving down the street in the morning
Difficult to accept that while I rested
A family string had been broken.
Father bloody, battered and broken.
Murdered all over a fag.
A tragedy over thirty pence of tobacco.
Family man walking homewards after a night out.
Me so peaceful in my room.
Whilst down the street a man was murdered.
Grief and despair for a family.
So easily the family ties are broken.
What has happened to our society?
A life is not worth more than a cigarette.
This is not a fanciful thought
It happened on 22-04-10.
While most of us are sleeping
Lying quietly in our peaceful rooms
Family threads are pulled asunder.
The evil act resonates forever in all our lives.
How can we stand quietly by?
We, who have created these useless thugs.
Remember the tragedy of each and every loss.