Dudley Road

Someone’s son.

I tried to bring him back to life

Because he was someone’s son.

My son, I pumped his chest

His blood flowed over me.

My blood, my family's blood,

Flowing out of him and on to me.

This is not how it should be.

I want to see his children on his knee

I want to hear him passing on

The good advice he got from me.

This is not how it should be.

Your sons, protect them well.

Tell them how you value them.

Your legacy and future

Your blood runs in their veins

Don’t see their blood

Become a stain

Their life draining away.

That is not how it should be.




Inspired by the words of Tariq Jahan