Our father,
who art in prison,
my mum knows not his name,
thy Riots come,
read it in the Sun,
in Birmingham,
as it is in London,
give us this day our Welfare bread &
forgive us our looting,
as we're happy to loot those who defend stuff against us,
lead us not into employment
but deliver us free housing,
for thine is the tellys, the Burberry & the Barcardi,
forever and ever...
The rioters prayer
The rioters prayer
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”
Re: The rioters prayer
AMEN! 
Your collective inability to acknowledge this obvious truth makes you all look like fools.
yrs,
rubato