The Looters Prayer
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 and forgive us our looting,
As we are happy to loot those who defend stuff against us.
Lead us not into employment but deliver us free housing,
for thine is the Facebook the Blackberry & the Twitter,
forever and ever...