THE RIOTERS PRAYER:


Our father, who art in prison, my mum knows not thy 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 telly, the Burberry & the Barcardi, forever and
ever...Init