Gangs, north east south and west,
This occupation isn’t the best.
Making lives horrible,
The gangs making a new history parable
Forced into bad things,
In their head it makes a ‘ting’
As the children only join,
Because they get some shiny coins.
They feel the need to join these predators,
Imagining the love they could get.
Carrying knifes, dreadful but smart
excuses to hold,
This will go on, until we grow old,
Only one way that peace comes back to stay
Is that we make a change today.
If you want to make lives good,
Support us now, it would be astonishing if you could.