Thursday 4th August

Published on 11 Aug 2011

A poem put to ukulele by me. The poem is by me and Aidan Howard.


Thursday 4th August, the day it all began.
The day the armed policeman shot down a man.
He believed that the man had a gun,
Investigations went away, and then everything had begun.

Friday 5th August, Peaceful protest begins,
The police lie to the press, then refuse diologue for their sins,
The press don’t report it, they’re not getting heard,
It’s time for uprising, because this is obsurd.

Saturday 6th August, The day the violence begins.
Bottles thrown at patrol cars, all because of policemans sins.
Violence continued throughout the day.
This is the police’s fault, in some way.

Sunday 7th August, 55 people arrested in Tottenham,
26 officers injured, met warn of social media speculation.
Disturbances spread to Enfield and Brixton.
Is there any proof that justice has been done?

Monday 8th August, People take it to far, and start to loot.
Is there any reason for Birmingham and Manchester to follow suit.
Buildings are burnt, Local businesses are burgled,
These citys have worsened and worsened.

Tuesday 9th August, Fatality as man shot in Croydon, Dies.
David Cameron says 16,000 police officers are out on the street, that night.
3 Innocent people were ranover and murdered in hate,
Man tried to revive his son, but it was too late.

This is a poem to all you out there,
Looting and burning innocent houses, how do you dare.
The children ages, 11-14. Do you know what your fighting for.
Are you behaving the way you have been taught.
Listen to Tariq Jahan, Listen real good.
Make Sure you get this well understood.
“Blacks, Asians, Whites, We all live in the same community,
Why are we killing eachother?”

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