Pretences Poem by Joanne Kearsey

Pretences



Riots form to gain control,
As the dust settles the damage is calculated,
Ignoring the weak as the strong grasp control yet again,
Immaturity amongst those who are supposed to set the example,
I hate not knowing what is going on,
But whats that point of getting involved in a war that will not work? ?

No-one listens to a word of the young, our voicelessness grows ever louder but still NO-ONE listens,
They nod politely and say 'yeah' to fake interest and get on with their own lives,
We fall behind as the older more 'civilised' people get on with life,
Becoming the zombie that nobody knows,
You have 'taken my speech' for the last bloody time,
We cant give you more than you deserve,
Continuously lost for words yet you never stop talking,
No energy left as we carry on walking! !

Broken by the hands of the immortally insane,
The doors slam into your face as you run into a wall,
Making it all worthwhile as this disease infects us all,
We are different but that's what we are supposed to be and society still looks down on us,
Standing out to fit into place,
This heavy metal life I will not give up so easily,
The more you push is the more I pull,
And the more you prevent me from being myself the more I lose myself in this already fragile mind! !

We are who we are but society cannot accept us for what we are,
We have opinions, we have a voice that needs to be heard,
If you shut us up we will rebel and create a state of emergency.

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Joanne Kearsey

Joanne Kearsey

Brighton, England
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