Nasty bits of work

This story comes from China
But it could be anywhere
A child sweeping the pavement
A game however rare
Copying his mother
It makes sense, for he
Doesn’t expect to draw the wrath
Of a ruffian who be

Just walking down the same street
A psycho on his way
And something snaps inside his head
Seeing the child at play
The playfulness of innocence
The blamelessness is there
The incorruptibility
That leads to true despair

The degeneracy and transgression
Rotten to the core
Who goes across and attacks a child
Who is stomped on and made sore
The parents are inside the shop and hear
The violent screams
The beastliness and the spitefulness
And savagery that seems

To be enslaved in humanity
On any street today
Hiding in the shadows
Just waiting to prey
On children and on women
And anyone seen weaker
Than of course those who
Are eaten up by anger
And all it does ensue

That child will not now realise
What it had done wrong
It knows it got a beating
From someone who was strong
We call them sick but had they
Snapped, or was just their thing
A kind of notoriety that, just tries to bring
A certain commonality
Out of their mind as they
Go on about their daily life
Off their heads, let’s say

Taken out of hospitals
And committed to the street
They get a friendly social worker
Life for them complete
On the wonder the so called therapies
Dosed up with drugs that may
Quieten them down apparently
But with E numbers that prey
On unbalancing and causing
Anger deep inside
All sorts of effing side effects
That often are denied

Big pharma uses many
And the drugs themselves create
All manner of conditions
All growing now of late
Combined with the food additives
Can drive a person to
Suicide and anger
So watch out please will you

And doctors often will nut warn you
It’s in the box where you
Must check the bloody side effects
Honestly it’s true
So you have to be wary
Of what it is you take
And just what they can do to you
For everybody’s sake

Total discrimination