Racist Killer Dad

 The kid’s hanging off the top

The kid’s hanging off the top –

Quick call the guard

There’s a kid hanging

Off the top –

Hanging off the top of

The f*****g tower blocks car park,

He is,

He’s hanging off

The f*****g top –

Ah don’t worry, here

He is, here he comes

The block’s guard,

The block’s very own

Security guard, part of

A team, a hard working team

 On alternating shifts –

African and foreigners

No questions asked –

Things must be tough

Back back home, if this

Block is a preference

To that…

 

Quick!

Grab the boy’s hand

Pull him back on the top

Because beneath his dangling

Feet, is a thirty foot drop

He’s only eight or nine

Far too young to die

Quick grab his hand

Pull him safely to the top…

 

The security guard was quick

Dexterous and swift –

Pulled the lad up –

Saved him from the drop

But to his disgust and

Surprise –

The boy’s hate surfaced, manifested, digested

And his indoctrinated racism

Handed down from his bigot dad

Flooded up like high tide

And abuse soon arrived

“You f*****g black c**t

I’m gonna tell my dad”

Was all the good guard got

As an offer of thanks –

 

He went back to his booth

The little s**t shot off

The guard’s shift was over

Time to knock off –

A fellow African arrived

To take over the shift

A cordial exchange and

A briefing on the kid

Then the hero was off

Away from this s**t –

Home to a photo

Of his wife and kids –

 

In the meantime

The brat,

Had told his racist

Killer dad, that the

Guard had roughed

Him up,

“Yeah dad, he was well

Out of order, roughing me up

Like that”

“Did he the c**t! I’m

Not having that, a dirty great

Wog giving me boy

A slap!”

So he flew down the stairs

With hate stirring in

His eyes, a lifetime

Of inadequacy fuelled

His ignorant rage –

And as the new guard took

A seat, in the panelled

Wooden booth

Killer racist dad flew in, 

With a kick in the spleen,

Knocked out a tooth

Followed by a kick

The defence less poor man

Had a head all fucked up,

 

He dragged him outside

He’d lost it real bad

The poor new guard was

Confused, oblivious to the facts.

The dad he was mental

Done a bit of time

GBH and theft

He loved a bit a crime –

The guard’s jacket was ripped

As he tried to break free

But the father was raging

And he couldn’t shake free

He dug his heels deep

As he was dragged to the edge

Of the car park roof top

Where the boy’s life was saved –

 

The dad had the guard

In a submission, head lock,

And with a huge

Mighty effort, he threw the

Guard off, who broke his

Back, leg and neck, in

The thirty-foot drop –

He didn’t move much, he’d

Breathed his last breath

And the triumphant father

Puffed out his chest –

“Dad, Dad, that ain’t

The same guard!”

“Do wot son, wot ya talking

‘Bout?”

“I fink he’s different, the other

Must’ve left”

“Oh!” said the father

Who couldn’t give a s**t

“F**k him!” he declared

“They all look the same,

I’ve done the world a favour

Now there’s one less!”