Knife crime with a flourish
Stick it in, twist it round, pull it out
the red faced Sergeant Majors shout,
those black boys make such good recruits
just teach them drill and give them boots.
This country has a wealth men
devoid of hope unknowing zen,
so fix the blade and set them off
a torn off rag for the Molotov.
Bayonets glinting in the schools,
to not be used we’d look like fools.
It’s only crime when it breaks the law
and we make that, we’re who it’s for.
The line is long and plentiful
of fathers, sons and bastards all
we’ll turn them into medalled whores
and waste the fuckers in our wars.