Category: Knife Crime

Knife Crime Poems by © Allan Bennett

Knife Crime Poems by © Allan Bennett

Seeking Fame Allan Bennett 04.11.18
Trap house , county lines ,10g’s in my pocket ,not even mine.
Big man says “your fame will come in time”
Big man cannot afford to do time so he’s busy wasting mine.
He snatches the Gs , tosses me a half eaten makky D.
This shits not fine , he points a finger “Your arse is mine”.
Time for bed ,feel like i’m dead.
Filthy matress with spots of red ,
stale sweaty sex and rat piss is where I lay my head.
The sun comes up , my teeth are yellow matching the sun’s colour.
Time to up my game , time to switch the lane.
Yo fam meet Rambo , 9 inches long , tonight cheffin is my aim.
High on Drill and weed , the posse rides hard at breakneck speed.
“Hold it bruv , He’ll do , he aint B19 ,he ain’t from this crew”.
Without warning your aim is true , Rambo peirces his heart .
Like a light switching off , his soul departs.
Linton Kwesi Johnson springs to mind
That mournful lyric from his lengthy rhyme.
“Steelblade drinkin’ blood in darkness”,
Now we’ll witness a mother’s sadness.
In , out and back to his pouch tearing muscle and sinue en route.
Spraying like a hose ,the warm glistening crimson fills the air.
Oh my lord more despair.
Next day on road , whispers of the latest killin.
BBC gives it top billin.
KFC for forty pound , nuff man dem come around.
Hold it Bruv i’ve seen that geeza , the sleep over ,remember?
That red top , the frayed sleeve ,the hole in the shoulder , it’s yours.
You cheffed your cousin from Jamaica.
I jerked forward spilling the contents of my guts like a pavement pizza.
Blue lights surround the house , this fame is my end game.

Recruited at nine you take on a new face.
Pistol whipped ,stabbed ,busted mouth ,they show you no grace.
Of your innocent youth , remains no trace.
In your heart , family have no place.
Moulded ,transformed and transported to an evil place
where death for you , a newly acquired taste.
Pulled by the police , you laugh in their face.
Age is your defence,for you ,jail is not the place.
You knowingly smile , you got off with this one.
Freedom you embrace believing you buss case.
Be sure ,” buss case ain’t da case”.
The system professes “in time , in time , you will be mine”.
Keep committing your crimes , at 14 we will draw the line .
By hook or by crook “ YOU WILL BE MINE”
Our pipeline to prison is organized , functioning and fine.
For you , we reserve a measured space ,
deemed to be your final resting place.
buss case ain’t da case.
Allan Bennett

Windrush , Windrush I hear your cry
Windrush , Windrush I hear your cry.

Citizens of Britain ..a total lie!
40,50 ,60 years , under Theresa May you have no leave to stay.
40,50 ,60 years ,we did our best , paid our dues now seeking rest.
Windrush , Windrush I hear your cry.
Citizens of Britain .. a total lie!
Deuteronomy 28:65 warns us:
With vexation I want to cuss.
65 And among these nations shalt thou find no ease, neither shall the sole of thy foot have rest.
May , Rudd and Javid put us to the test.
The deciet and lies did not go as planned , deportation for every man.
We raised a ruckus and made our stand.
Windrush , Windrush I hear your cry.
Citizens of Britain.. a total lie!
Stripped of everything , Identity , homes , pensions , falsely imprisoned ,even left to die.
Ripped from our families like a slave to be sold , yes , oh yes it has to be told.
Windrush , Windrush I hear your cry.
Citizens of Britain.. a total lie!
Allan Bennett

Stone cat , Stone Cat , upon the harsh gravel you have been sat.
So still, lacking in will, rooted and powerless but I beckon you still.
Our every encounter is the same.
You stare ,but yet do I glimpse a soulful imaginary tear?
You change with the seasons , soaking up summer’s warmth inviting your owners touch.
Winter approaches , extracting your embedded summer’s warmth.
Give it up , give it up, winter demands.
Now stone cold and uninviting , your owners touch invokes recoil and is seasonally absent.
Stone cat , Stone Cat , upon the harsh gravel you have been sat.
Allan Bennett