Poetic-Verses
Britain, there is a problem
OH.... you poor children trapped
In what has become a code;
Your uniform is black.
The street corner is your home;
Disenfranchised, hopelessly lost,
Your world is so so small,
And for what? ..
climb out from the hole!
You identify with the law,
The law you try to control
You dont seem to ever have the time
but its all been done before!
In modern Britain today
A new culture has arrived,
Fearful pressurized children
Who go round carrying knives;
Its not in sporadic pockets
Like we are all led to believe
But in every town and city
Were mothers have to grieve;
Force fed pressures that some kids
Just cannot handle;
Politicians turn there backs:
"Pour money into some other scandal";
Yes its education, responsibilities
Have been shirked;
We all know comprehensive schools
Have never really worked;
This structure that we have erected
This system that just rolls on
No happy childhood memories
For you daughter or your son;
In what has become a code;
Your uniform is black.
The street corner is your home;
Disenfranchised, hopelessly lost,
Your world is so so small,
And for what? ..
climb out from the hole!
You identify with the law,
The law you try to control
You dont seem to ever have the time
but its all been done before!
In modern Britain today
A new culture has arrived,
Fearful pressurized children
Who go round carrying knives;
Its not in sporadic pockets
Like we are all led to believe
But in every town and city
Were mothers have to grieve;
Force fed pressures that some kids
Just cannot handle;
Politicians turn there backs:
"Pour money into some other scandal";
Yes its education, responsibilities
Have been shirked;
We all know comprehensive schools
Have never really worked;
This structure that we have erected
This system that just rolls on
No happy childhood memories
For you daughter or your son;
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Britain, there is a problem
Britain, there is a problem
