Beef Frankland
I am a husband and father of two beautiful daughters. I have worked as a professional youth worker for the past twenty three years and now work for a charity in North London with disadvantaged young people, a local primary teaching music and R.E. and a local church.
My writing comes as a way of reflecting on the work I do and the people I observe around me. It is a way of processing the realities of life and helping trying to make sense of the world. Hopefully this will help others think and maybe be challenged in some way.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Police brutality

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In the back of a van they beat him.
Grown men enforcing the law,
on a teenager who has had to fend for himself,
since he was eight and probably more.
They beat him to teach him a lesson,
that violence doesn't pay!
They beat him so he would respect them,
through fear he might not do it again.
The beat him in a van,
parked out the way of prying eyes
because they are the law and they can do what they like.
Or so they like to think.
They beat him and his resentment grew.
They beat him and his anger brewed.
They beat him and revenge he planned,
respect was lost and won't be found...

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