Gunning down EnglandA Poem by Emily ElizabethYou can't silence history [contains bad language]BEFORE YOU READ THIS, PLEASE WATCH:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=qBpChVZ4zeA
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_______________________________________________________________________________________________ Gunning Down England
So you wanted your early years to go off with a BANG, did you?
Sitting in a squalid jail, bleeding because of our lady's coppers in blue Truncheons at their waists, metal plates on their shoes Cuz I tell ya wot, mate, Them beating you to a bloody pulp won’t make the BBC news! Shut up, man, shut it! You don't know me! You don't know wot that gun made me be! You can't get inside me brain and understand Wot it was to have that gun in me 'and! Yeah, so you did that bloke in with your little magnum And for a poor, lost English kid, that protection and power was fun You even thought that maybe you’d fought the system and won! Ha! This country is small, there ain’t no place to run And now you have to say goodbye to your dad and your mum well done, mate, well done. Yeah, I shot that guy dead Popped that bullet in 'is 'ead!' I'd do it again as well I don't even care if I'm in this cell! So you don’t give a crap, eh? Don’t give a monkeys? Not now, at least! But now you’ve killed someone, you’ll soon clock what you unleashed The ghosts and the demons are coming for you, lad, ghosts of the deceased, And no weapon will take em down, not a gun in London East! No one will help you, even after you've been released Because you’re not human anymore, mate, look in that mirror there, You’re just like those demons- you're a monster, a beast. Whatever! Okay, so it wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever ‘ad But as you say, I’m a poor, working class English lad! No, I ain’t got an education, or any qualifications, The system’s fucked me over too many times to mention, But s**t! This country is sinking, and I ain’t going down with this ship! Ok, so you’re a hardman, real tough, can leave the Krays themselves shaking in their boots It may have everything to do with society's roots Still, you did'nt need to do that just to get some loot But let’s live that moment again, shall we? In slow motion, ha ha, it’s a hoot!
Stop it! What are you doin', ya wanker? STOP! Ain’t it enough that I’m in 'ere to rot?
Look at you, with that gun in your hand! You looked so dangerously cute! All tired out from your victim's pursuit! Look it here it comes now, look! This is your moment of ill-repute! I don’t wanna look! Stop it! Piss off, and shut yer gob! Ya fecking c*nt, get out of my head! Wow, look there! Did you see the bullet burst through his suit? Yes, now f**k off and leave me alone! Can’t you see I’m f*****g crying here? Oh, God! I think I’m going to die in here! One moment, let’s turn this off mute... ...And boost that to full volume... BANG No... And again, shall we? This is your moment, mate! BANG ...Shut up... BANG SHUT UP! BANG Not so clever are you now, little lad? Wipe those tears and snot on the back of your hand! You look like a mess, like a stupid little kid Well, act like a child you certainly did! ...I can still hear that sound... turn it off... That certainly wiped the smile off your face! But get this- Sorry mate, forget Drum and Bass, This is your soundtrack to your life, that and this:
BANG BANG BANG
Murder means you'll suffer too, don’t you see? And don’t you know what that sound means? It means to me that you can’t silence history And now you’re going to have to live with that sound for the rest of your entire life. BANG BANG BANG!
© 2008 Emily ElizabethAuthor's Note
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Added on June 28, 2008Last Updated on July 17, 2008 AuthorEmily ElizabethUnited KingdomAboutHe drew a circle that shut me out -- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. .. more..Writing
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