As I Walked Passed Some Shop's This Day,

I Saw A Large Crowds Of People To Say,

A lot of People Were Queuing Outside The Tattoo Parlour,

I Enquired What Was Happening,

Why So Many People There?

They Were Getting A Bee Ink'd To Their Skin,

About Ten Thousand People Have This Bee Now,

I Even Queued Up In The Same Line,

The Money Was Going To The Cities Innocent Victim's,

So I Never Had A Doubt,

I Got A Tattoo Ink'd in My Skin Once Again,

Where Once Were Tattoos Were Frowned Upon,

Now A Fashionable Icon,

People Are Getting Their Kid's Name Ink'd on Their Bare Chest, Humbly Proud,

To Shine Above The Best,

Some Have Their God's Ink'd Tattoo In The Bare Skins,

Showing Their Loyalty & Compassion To Their God Like Kings, Were Once Considered As A Rebellious Act's,

Were Tattoos Led To Criminal Organised Crime,

Now Acceptable In Today's Time,

About Thirty Percent Of The World's Population Have At Least One Tattoos,

Are You Ready To Pay Your Due's,

The Skin Starts To Shriver,

When Sugar Rushes To The Liver,

Ink Engraved Like A Sharp Knife,

Embarking A New Venture Of Life,

Your Body Becomes A Canvas At Best,

Where Angel's Rest,

Whole Of Your Body Would Be An Open Book,

Whenever The World Shook,

Each Parts Are Labelled At Birth,

Dotted From Doncashire To Perth,

I Could Remember My First Bee Hive,

I Was Twenty Five,

It Was After My Mother Passed On,

I Wasn't Her Only Son,

There Was i Beside Her Side,

Even After She Died,

The Pain Was So Excruciating,

It Didn't Bother Me Much,

I Had The Tough Love,

Acid Thrown into My Face Was So Painful,

Everything is Lawful,

In This Towns Of Dale,

People Looked Upon As Snails,

A Poem By Damien Roji-OBE, Padma Siri, Ekushoy Padok