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Sonny's Lettah (Anti-Sus Poem)

Linton Kwesi Johnson
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SONNY'S LETTAH (ANTI-SUS POEM)SONNY'S LETTER
  
From Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 InglanFrom Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 England
  
Dear mamaDear Mama,
good daygood day
I hope that when these few lines reach you they mayI hope that when these few lines reach you they may
find you in the best of healthfind you in the best of health
I doun know how to tell ya disI don't know how to tell you this
for I did mek a solemn promisefor I did make a solemn promise
to tek care a lickle Jimto take care of little Jim
an try mi bes fi look out fi himand try my best to look out for him
  
mama, I really did try mi besMama, I really did try my best
but none a di lessbut nonetheless
sorry fi tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arressorry to tell you so, poor little Jim got arrested
it was de miggle a di rush hourit was in the middle of the rush hour
hevrybody jus a hustle and a bustleeverybody just hustling and bustling
to go home fi dem evenin showerto go home for their evening shower
mi an Jim stan up waitin pon a busme and Jim stood waiting for a bus
not causin no fussnot causing any fuss
  
when all of a sudden a police van pull upwhen all of a sudden a police van pulled up
out jump tree policemenout jumped three policemen
de whole a dem carryin batonall of them carrying batons
dem walk straight up to me and Jimthey walked straight up to me and Jim
one a dem hold on to Jimone of them held on to Jim
seh dem tekin him insaid they were taking him in
Jim tell him fi leggo a himJim told him to let go of him
for him nah do nutt'nfor he had not done anything
and 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'nand he was no thief, not even a button
Jim start to wriggleJim started to wriggle
de police start to gigglethe police started to giggle
  
mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim?Mama, may I tell you what they did to Jim?
mek I tell you wa dem do to 'im?may I tell you what they did to him?
  
Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jellyThey thumped him in his belly and it turned to jelly
Dem lick 'im pon 'im back and 'im rib get popThey beat him on his back and his rib broke
Dem thump him pon him head but it tough like leadThey thumped him on his head but it's tough like lead
Dem kick 'im in 'im seed and it started to bleedThey kicked him in his seat and it started to bleed
  
Mama, I jus couldn't stan up deh, nah do nuttin'Mama, I just couldn't stand there, doing nothing
  
So mi jook one in him eye and him started fi crySo I jugged one in the eye and he started to cry
me thump him pon him mout and him started fi shoutI thumped him on his mouth and he started to shout
me kick him pon him shin so him started fi spinI kicked him on his shin so he started to spin
me hit him pon him chin an him drop pon a binI hit him on his chin and he dropped upon a bin
- an crash, an dead- and crash, and dead
  
More policman come dungMore policemen came down
dem beat me to the grungthey beat me to the ground
dem charge Jim fi susthey charged Jim for sus1
dem charge mi fi murdahthey charged me for murder
  
mama, doan fretMama, don't fret
doan get depress an downhearteddon't get depressed and downhearted
be of good couragebe of good courage
till I hear from youuntil I hear from you
I remainI remain
Your son,Your son,
SonnySonny.


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