Hull Local Poetry Lines of Life - Part Six (1/3) By Paul England

(1/3) (2/3) (3/3). Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

I remember this one night we went in pub. There was me, our lass, her sister and Deansy. We were playing pool when a fight broke out between some of the local dealers and a couple of guys. I saw what was going on and made a move real quick. I knew they had put one of them in a bad way. Later I heard on the radio that he was dead. My life was in bits and my head had gone to shit.

Murder In A Pub

I stood there playing pool. When I turned I just saw rage. A heart as cold as ice like a wild beast let out from his cage. He walked and jumped three feet, Fifteen stone now in the air. A man landed on his head, so cool, we just left him there. The beast sat at his table, no emotion in his eyes and he finished off his pint without a care if that man died. My friends and I just stood there, me, but a boy at aged nineteen, like gangsters in a movie But this was not a movie scene. The man was old and small but they left him there for dead. While later driving in my car, this is what the DJ said: A man has died in a pub fight, A drug dealer's melee. They took that old man's life away and those people now walk free because no-one would testify of what they saw that day. It was murder in a pub that still I see today.

I started caning pot morning, noon till night. I was just trying to get away from it all. I was just trying to forget. You see, in the space of six months I lost my brother, I saw a man murdered in cold blood and I lost my best friend, and the truth is it hurt and still does. By this time most of my other mates went off and did their own thing. After a bit I moved in with our lass and her son. His dad was 'J', our Mike's partner in crime. I didn't really like him. One night he rang up saying he just wants to see his son so I said come for him then, but don't come out of your head. In the meantime I had got our lass pregnant.

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Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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