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RAZORWIRE

   

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WAKE UP TO THE STATE OF THIS LAND

 
 


Time to wake up, state of our land,
When razor wire found, in young boy's hand.
Bottles that are broken, in child's play park,
Needles on the beach, broken lights after dark.

Rats that roam free, on the discarded waste,
No one does stop, all done in haste.
Shop glass boarded up, the care centre defiled,
Broke glass on wall, for an inquisitive child.

Gangs on the street, act so very tough,
Until they do choose, a target that's rough.
Child of just ten, found with a knife,
Only just been born, would take a life?

Dog's mess on path, riots in the schools,
Don't want to learn, will end up fools.
Teenagers all know best, get in your face,
A pervert set free, this is a disgrace.

That country has oil, spend loads to invade,
Yet behind them stands, the mess we've made.
Time to wake up, state of our land,
When razor wire found, in young boy's hand.


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