Saturday, 13 August 2011

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

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