Dial 999

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like in the event you were being viscously attacked, burned, beaten up, stabbed, stripped and mocked. Crowds are forming around you, blood dripping, heart pounding, pain and humiliation rising with every public blow. Fear gripping to an extent as hopelessness flavours the mix. You ask yourself the question “is this it, am I going to die today”, your screaming, seeking the crowd for help and assistance. Some shout Oi leave him/her alone, others stare in shock, petrified to assist in case the brutality is directed at them with the remaining 85% standing arms outstretched with a mobile phone in hand. Some completely desensitised to the brutal violence playing out in front of them. This has become such a normal scene, one now See’s a social media clip as mere entertainment.

Fear gripping to an extent as hopelessness flavours the mix. You ask yourself the question “is this it, am I going to die today”, your screaming, seeking the crowd for help and assistance. Some shout Oi leave him/her alone, others stare in shock, petrified to assist in case the brutality is directed at them with the remaining 85% standing arms outstretched with a mobile phone in hand. Some completely desensitised to the brutal violence playing out in front of them. This has become such a normal scene, one now See’s a social media clip as mere entertainment.

Your pain is the next YouTube clip, Facebook video, snap chat entertainment over dinner. The humiliation, degrading, pain and suffering for a moment became somebody’s humour. Slogans such as KO and mans got clapped are added to further trivilise the suffering. But what of the victim, what is he/she feeling as opposed to helping hands, they see mobile phones no one has called 999, no one appears to be supporting them to find solace.

Searching the crowd for your saviour, Looking on haunted, feeling trapped, adrenaline rushing, fear rising, will anyone save me or will you simply record me. What is more upsetting, is few of these recordings are sent to the police as evidence, they are simply uploaded to snap chat and other social media outlets and circulated for the world to see. How would it feel if you were the victim you watch through a screen.

Life over entertainment

Man’s walking yeah, and I see ops. Man’s on his ones

It’s dark, I hear voices, I run cos I know they’re not out here for fun

“Get man” someone shouts, fear is trapped in my throat

I hear pedals, I hear feet, frightened to look back; I feel trapped like a goat

Running for life, a bat to the head brings me crashing to the floor

Bats, feet raining down, my head is feeling sore

Crack to the ribs, a kick in the eye, aargh that blow was sharp

Something has happened, I don’t know what. I feel funny in my heart

I hear the voices of others, I see shadows standing by

Silhouette of a body, I see a bright light as I start to cry

More shouts, that was a bat crashing down on my head

More kicks, shouting, someone is stabbing me, making sure I am really dead

Someone help, please call the police a voice in my head cries out

So many phones insight dial 999, get help before I bleed out

My beating is over they run away, strangers are now standing by

Someone is dialing 999 it’s too late now, I’m gonna die.

Why not call for help before filming , you could have saved my life

But stunting for the media is now a valid concept of life

How many videos circulate of beatings, killings and war

How would you feel if you became the person you just saw

Petrified by circumstances, 100 phones on sight

Recording every detail, or your horror and deathly fright.

I hear the noise of sirens, someone called the feds

He is over here they shout, it’s too late, I am already dead

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4 thoughts on “Dial 999”

  1. I cannot imagine the fright .tears of fair if only he could make that ca for himself .their God .this make me cry the pain of a mother no words can explain xx

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