Painstakingly, tragedy spills,
Three men in a car, only none of them’s killed
A scene all of England will know,
Where the grass appears greener, when quilted in snow
We’re in London Town,
Soft sirens hound, and they all fall down,
They’re bleeding out, shaky ground,
Don’t let them leave - slowly
It’s such a strangled shame,
Three coppers lay lifeless, and no no-one’s to blame,
One went down like a sack full of shit,
In front of his cop car, yeah life’s a real bitch,
They’re in London Town,
Soft sirens sound, these cops they fall down,
One’s bleeding out, shaky ground
Don’t let them leave - So Slowly
A man with a gun in his hand,
Held himself lifeless, as he watched shit hit the fan,
Ran back to his car in a spree,
Only one thing’s for certain, no-one leaves this place clean,
We’re leaving London Town,
Where sirens sound, and they all fall down,
Three men bleeding out, shaky ground
Don’t let them leave - slowly
Three months later, the shooter was found,
He hid in a barnyard outside London Town,
He fell first, falling flat on his knees
Only known of one thing, no-one leaves this place clean
We’re back in London Town,
Where the sirens sound loud, men fall down,
Three men bleeding out, shaky ground,
They won’t let them leave
Move Slowly
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Author:
Kate (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
There is violence where ever you look. A poem that well could be a song. Nicely done
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