Sonny's Lettah (Anti-Sus Poem)

Dear Mama
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 Good day
 I hope that when these few lines reach you
 They may find you in the best of health
 
 I doun know how to tell ya dis
 For I did mek a solemn promise
 To tek care a lickle Jim
 An try mi bes fi look out fi him
 Mama, I really did try mi bes
 But none a di less
 Sorry fi tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arres
 It was de miggle a di rush hour
 Hevrybody jus a hustle and a bustle
 To go home fi dem evenin' shower
 Mi an Jim stan up waitin' pon a bus
 Not causin' no fuss
 When all of a sudden a police van pull up
 Out jump tree policemen
 De whole a dem carryin' baton
 Dem walk straight up to me and Jim
 One a dem hold on to Jim
 Seh dem tekin' him in
 Jim tell him fi leggo a him
 For him nah do nutt'n
 And 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'n
 Jim start to wriggle
 De police start to giggle
 Mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim?
 Mek I tell you wa dem do to 'im?
 Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jelly
 Dem lick 'im pon 'im back and 'im rib get pop
 Dem thump him pon him head but it tough like lead
 Dem kick 'im in 'im seed and it started to bleed
 Mama, I jus couldn't stan up deh, nah do nuttin'
 So mi jook one in him eye and him started fi cry
 Me thump him pon him mout and him started fi shout
 Me kick him pon him shin so him started fi spin
 Me hit him pon him chin an him drop pon a bin
 An crash, an dead
 More policeman come dung
 Dem beat me to the grung
 Dem charge Jim fi sus
 Dem charge mi fi murdah
 Mama, doan fret
 Doan get depress an downhearted
 Be of good courage till I hear from you
 I remain
 Your son
 Sonny