This poem is about knowing about the most infamous of crimes.
The prime cause of this is everyone not knowing the time that being wasted
with every life being taken.
Knives aren't toys to be played with,
teens getting bored costing the goverment lives
But what if it wasn't them who was controlling their brain
some mental fungus making the think all these things,
so instead they hold a knife 24/7 thinking it will protect them
and the next they know they are in prison
England isn't this, killing other for the sake of others,
or is it...