Pity there's so much crime and negativity in the world at times

Common thug

Her eyes covered in darkness

A rusty knife held to her throat.

'Now hand me over your money

Right down to your last groat,

You money and no fuss'

As he steals her handbag

To top up his mobile phone

Or drugs for his cheap slag.

At seventy one years old

A change she doesn't stand

Though she gives a struggle

And fights with her bare hands.

He's got what he needs and off he runs-

Got away with fucking murder

Her family and friends are saying

'Who on earth would want to hurt her?'

One whole life wiped out

For a measly few pounds.

Some treasured possessions

Trod into the ground.

The knife in the grass

With specks of her blood,

As she tries to reach home

And claws her way through the mud.

And all of her life

She's worked for her pension

And all he gets

Is two months detention.

While the police uncover

Her used pension book.

Society has given birth

To another common crook.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

October 16th 2004

Born on the same earth

There is one only giant red sun

For you, for me for everyone.

Black, brown pink, yellow and white

But a compromise will never be right.

We were all born under the same moon

But why make an enemy out of me this soon?

And all the mothers that have given birth

To monsters living on this earth.

As we look up to the stars,

Our brothers might as well have come from Mars

And as our eyes wander across the clouds

We ask who's the killer in the crowd.

As we look up to the sky

I put it to you and ask you why

Hold a gun to my head to kill or maim

Just because I don't look the same.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

7th June 2006

Paedophile

Lurking in the bushes a man exposed

A filthy mind, with filthy clothes.

Kicks from unsuspecting with cheap thrills,

Deeply disturbed with a mind to kill.

More daring as the months go by.

His mental state-his alibi.

Put him away and throw away the key,

He's no fucking good to society.

Opened coat his erection showing,

An innocent child had no way of knowing.

Masturbate in front of young

The dirty perverts' idea of fun.

Cut off your balls, you are pathetic

Without the use of anaesthetic.

Nothing more than a disgrace

You're nothing but a waste of space.

Paedophile download from Internet,

He thanks he's lucky stars God sent.

To feed your sick imagination.

What's happened to our tragic nation?

Copyright Linda Lawrence

16th October 2004

A bad man lose in

Buildings built the highest height,

Now a pile of rubble - an ugly sight.

Knocked down by one man, one knife, one flight,

As people fight for peoples' rights.

All the sombre songs are sung;

Touch a button, blow up the world.

Has world war three nearly begun?

As yet, no war has really been won.

Did Nostradamus get it right -

Could he really see?

Could we trust our own insight

Into this new atrocity.

Our God, your God, creator of all

But tell us Osama Bin

Are behind it, man so small

Pulled the chord on this terrible sin?

Invention, creation, Internet

Can only go so far.

our world, still worlds' apart we fret

Drawn together by holy war.

An agonising time for Tony Blair,

Would like to be in your shoes.

The terrifying aspect of chemical warfare -

Whatever you decide to choose.

While we sit in deepest prayer

Fear growing by the day,

with sticks and stones - well that's fair

That would be Gods' way.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

September 11th