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London Calling

London Calling “This is pure criminality” the prime minister said, and his soft face quivered in rage. “The guilty will be found and punished by the full force of the law.” Yes, ok. I think the riot was more than criminality. Suddenly a group of no hopers, people condemned to poverty had a voice and their voice was violence. For the first time in their life they had freedom, to break free of the shackles of misery and feel the invigorating sense of power. Young people doomed to idleness, living in filthy sub standard estates, now they called the shots. Masters of the world, what a great time they had even though, they knew it couldn’t last. This was their great moment to be savoured. What comes after this is bleakness, a life of day jobs or going in and out of prisons. They will be middle aged and poor; spawn offspring who like them are without a future. They will get old poor and poor, but they will always have the glorious days of August 2011.

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