England's riots

I don't know Solomon Elliot, but he sent in this poem he has written. At 18 years of age it is clear that he is a very talented young man blessed with a sense of justice and lyrical dexterity that should afford him a bright future. Thank you Solomon and don't stop writing.

Simon Woolley

England's Riots

That Mark Duggan’s dug’em a hole.

Can’t the police see what it means to lose one of your family?

As we lift the lid it’s bigger than we first thought: Kids, who had kids as kids, riot; Homes are broken by the products of broken homes; Businesses are destroyed by the unemployed. No truncheons at Junction, the police malfunction.  Tecchies forget about Peckie on the Twitter, and flatly ignore Hackney. Of course, Battersea although battered is seen. Even with the lens of 20/20 hindsight, the Tories fail to control the story; Labour wavers. No ifs or buts, cuts mean less police, not more, at the police station.

But is it cuts which rips the guts out of a nation?

As Clegg legs it from Brum, the coalition is taken down a peg or two. Cameron reluctantly comes home to finally lead.

Are hugs for Hoodies still on the agenda?

When Brummies and Manc’s smash Mackie D’s in trackies; And whilst we all frown, at the loss of the 3, we no longer see-RIP.

That Tariq Jahan doesn’t seem much like the Taliban?

As the nation watches in disbelief...

We see an Old West Indian Negro’s head blow and a BBC reporter wonder Howe it all happened... We should stop and search for clues; but please, no more blacks and browns.

As the nation watches in disbelief...

We see the squeezed middle fiddle and twiddle their thumbs, whilst listening in horror to Starkey’s shite on Newsnight. It’s not all bad; at least Waterstone’s is alright.

As the nation watches in disbelief...

We see poor whites’ needs exploited by the far right. Who sit tight for a fight till night; seen by the low-key BNP, the true defenders of their nation...but not ours. So thank God for the EDL. Who run amok instead of cops in Eltham, stopping plots from blotting the Ingerland.

Does anybody remember Stephen Lawrence?

We say it will pass, leaving no dents, but dimples, on the face of our great nation. We say it’s just mindless violence. Pure and simple.

But is it?

How long will it be, until we break out of our foot lockers?

Solomon Elliott