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War Of Words

I walk on the wrong side,
The side I could have lost my life,
Losing my life to a boy with a sharp knife,
It just doesn't seem right.
I don't want to die and leave everything behind.
Just because I am a different postcode,
Doesn't mean you have to sound the Morse Code.
Our generation is a war zone,
Mums and dads will still moan and groan.
Police don't help, they push us away,
Someone is being killed every single day,
Does it matter where you're from?
Where has the love and peace gone?

Mums and dads shouldn't have to bury their child,
Just because some youths were running wild.
And their only child got stabbed up,
Things nowadays are so tough,
You look at these streets, everything is rough.
There is no love.
Just because I am from a different postcode,
Doesn't mean you have to sound the Morse Code.
One gun? That's it and you're done.
We're individuals; I don't want my mum to plan my funeral.

Yes, people have pride in their streets,
But where we go is how we all meet.

by Alexandra Johns Vitalis (0)
Gladesmore Community School, Tottenham


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