Puck Foetry

Puck Foetry

We used to live in a world where children were seen but not heard
Now they're a chaos-driven rabble, a bloodthirsty herd
Stabbing other children and grown ups alike
'Father of five killed by knife-wielding tyke'
At night roaming streets using hoodies to hide
Whilst wearing gang colours with such misplaced pride
Lives that are hollow and driven by greed
Unable to write 'cos they can't fucking read
Communicating with each other by electronic slang
Texting their mate by their side in the park where they hang
While we try our best to save their tomorrow
They practice their skills, to beg, steal or borrow
Money for the things they're unable to nick
Six cans of cider, they'll drink 'til they're sick
Oblivious parents so quick to protect
Their foul mouthed young spawn without a shred of respect
Biting at the teat the moment it's sucked
If children are our future, we're totally fucked

© Charon 2009