Gang wars, with sticks and stones
Guns and knives don’t break bones
Prostitutes parade, pimps hide in shade
Sad way to earn pay or get laid.
So called gangsters drive their cars
Showing off in area bars
Thugs on bikes out every night
Peddling drugs a daily sight.
Drive by shootings while jackers looting
Earning a crust for next session of tooting
Very young kids caught up in the mix
Family noteriety a daily fix.
White and black aint no crack
Hunting each othe in various pack
Anticipating big sting, dreaming of bling
Blasting each other in viscious ring.
Vanity, pride as they all hide
Not wishing to be victim on the side
Hustling for a living behind their masks
All sent out on different tasks
Community at war from the frint door
Chaos all we saw scattered over floor
Money to be made as gangs ply a trade
Gangs all the rage in this new stone age.
Families aspire for top of the spire
Putting shooters out to hire
Climbing criminal tree in world of glee
Leaving bodies in a murder spree
Blood letting in a tit for tat
Life is cheap in a spat
Young thugs showing no fear
As guns slay those held so dear
This is life in the ghetto
Commotions, rackets, ballyhoo
Bluster, bombblast, brag, bracado
Bandit, gangster, gunman, desperado.
No sense to this hypocrisy
Caricature, mockery, a travesty
So many youngsters lost in tragedy
Drugs, money is a necessity.
Friends will know that I do things to help people in prison and, here once again is a poem by my prisoner here in England, Ray Gilbert. If you wish to comment I will gladly pass your comments to him