gangs

GANG WARFARE

“Come and have a go if you think your hard enough?”
I’ve got a big gang and we are tooled up
Ready for trouble
We are the best firm sorry to burst your bubble
Violence is my profession
And I love my work
My bosses sent me down here to give you a slap
I’ve been told that I can kill you
Can you deal with that?
I’ve got a big gun and a very sharp knife
So have my mates
We gunna end all your lives
After I’ve killed you
Gunna have some cold beers
We are the DADDY
Il say how I cut off your ears
“So come and have a go if you think your hard enough?”

© Tony McNally

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The bravado of young men about to have a fight whether it be War or on the streets of the UK. After the Falklands War some veterans became involved in football hooliganism another `gang ` only this time there was no medals for fighting.

Dave Brown, a former private from the 2nd Battalion, the Parachute Regiment, is just one of hundreds of soldiers and sailors from that far-away conflict for whom the war is still going on. Like them, he is a victim of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and his life has been permanently damaged. Still only 37, he can no longer work but must live on a military pension and constantly re-assessed state benefits. He used to have a serious drink problem and has served time in prison for football hooliganism. That he is still married makes him one of the lucky ones. The stories of his former comrades in arms are littered with divorce and broken relationships. Some have become virtual hermits, turning their backs on a society which doesn't understand and doesn't care; many others are homeless, hardened alcoholics or have spent time in jails and mental institutions. Dozens are thought to have committed suicide. It is a desperately sad conclusion to the story of Britain's most celebrated modern feat of arms, a million miles from the flag-waving jingoism and military hero- worship that characterised the war. And every month still brings news of fresh casualties

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HYPOCRITIES!

 HYPOCRITIES!

 

 

 

   There are many forms of hypocrisies,

Flattery reflecting on the mirror of fantasy,

Je t adore on the wall of insanity,

Or simply licking bums on postpoems.com.

  

I long for honesty!

And all I see, if broken heart,

Savage souls, searching illusions,

Broken brain, an issue!

 

Please be the poet you pretend,

Live and let live,

Alone do you think one care?

If so you are the fool the king,

 

We all write all torments, joy and pains,

Hoping for those appraisals!

Don’t denied it,

Like any fragmented spirit, you long for too!

 

I have enough of hypocrisies and lies,

Come clean, I do,

I cherish the comments and the praise,

And as far as been bless by such,

 

But I realised this garden is full of decay,

Poets who look for love and surprises,

Don’t be so silly,

There are only corpses of your decomposed proses!

 

 

                   COPYRIGHT@H.NAUDET.2010.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

parfois cela fait du bien de lacher la vaqpeur!

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