gangs glamorised on the street

youths hooded with designer feet

blades set to cut human meat

loaded weapons no thought to heat

a child murdered in his bed

bastard bullet through the head


just because someone said

one kid’s glory leaves another dead 

long ago they were innocent

life so sweet a luring scent

inbred badness or badness lent

by need greed or lack of rent

© Liola Lee 2007

I wrote this poem some 12 years ago when a 15 year old boy was shot dead in his bedroom in an apparently gangland-style killing in Peckham, South East London. There have been numerous stabbings and gang related incidences in recent times, and they are on the increase. We as a society need to sort this out. These senseless killings need to be stopped. 








~ Shadow World ~

Always lost, and all alone,

in a shadow world, of your own:

Demons douse you with despair,

make you manic, lose all care.

Tortured, tied, in a twilight zone,

no Samaritans, for you to phone.

Hateful Havoc, heinous Hell,

your soul sedated, no soul to sell.

Sadness, sorrow, unsafe solitude,

self-starvation,  no thought of food.

Waging war within those walls,

caged canary, in miners halls.

Dreams desert you, nightmares reign,

once, where trust lay, now is feign.

The tower’s fallen, a hermit state;

why this path? Why this fate?

© Liola Lee 2007

This was written when someone close to me was going through dark times, though it could apply to anyone at such times. I am pleased to say though, that he found his way and turned his life around, and all is well…





I’ve given up my job,

No thought to loss of wage;

I’ve given up on Dimland Bank,

They make me feel enraged.

For several years I really tried

To give them all I’d got;

From nine to five or six or more,

They took from me the lot.

Just another number,

Not a person, not a name;

Just another pawn,

In their monopolising game.

They call themselves

The Listening Bank;

This must be a farce;

Surely, this cannot be,

When their ears are in their arse.

© Liola Lee 1991

I wrote this verse shortly after handing in my resignation at the Bank where I had worked for 11 years after leaving school.