Stop knives

Her wings are sharp and rusty Her might is all a musty Tears of rust she cries As another soul dies Someone minding their buisness Not in a gang just walking the street Going home after work to make ends meet But they met with the angel of death One quick stab they took their last breath A breath that could have been saved But in peer pressure the person caved And took the soul of young one This time a child Someone so meek and mild Timid like a cat They wouldn't give it all that They was a child of 5 A chance to be so alive Who else has to go Before the law is changed we can't say so So say no to knives Unless you need them in your cutlery lives Say no to peer pressure Get keir starmer to read this poem And how for many it hits home Keir starmer we are done No knives Save lives