Cross your fingers

Count to ten.

(We can’t bring them back again)

 

Carry me and I’ll protect.

You know those guys give you respect

You kid yourself,” and all around,

That you’re the king, ‘A Number one

But my friend you’re just a “BUM,

 

You’ll gain respect or so you think

But it will be gone before you blink.

Fear my friend is not respect,

Once I’m used you will regret.

Now my spar” you’re on your toes, hiding from all of my woes

The rush of blood, then pass the blame,

You should hang your head in shame.

 

They cut their eyes, and cussed him out

He had to show them,

They wouldn’t win

His gang would expect, this of him

They’ve seen the blood and heard the screams

His gang no more can they be seen,

Because they are, all vanishing.

 

You’re sorry now,

A life has gone

Yes he was  “Someone’s Son”.

Cross your fingers count to ten

You can’t bring them back again,

You’re still my child but this isn’t a game

They aren’t coming back to life again

 

I look around and live in fear,

For all the kids, who live round here?

I beg them now it’s about time

To take a stand against knife crime

 

 

Give them back hand them in

Put them in the Amnesty Bin,

Before we’re all sorry,

For what you’ve done

And we have lost another son.

 

 

 

© Carmine Grimshaw 22^ndSeptember 2008