Listen To The Children

Listen To The Children long poem

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The penetrating blast of the social disjunction
makes it impossible for young people to function
it seems as though grown men and women are playing a game of tug-a-war
and we the children are the rope they yearn for
our minds being stretched in two directions
and we are not given even one moment to reflect on
the damage that is being done to our-
minds,
or minds
minds that are constantly growing
we are being brain was he without even knowing
slowly suffocating
how can we breathe when the thought are being pushed in and pulled out of our minds
pushed in pulled out
pushed in pulled out
pushed in
in,
in insecure we are gradually growing
not knowing
what we are told what way we should go
“just follow the yellow brick road”
how can we follow a road stained in red
where our brothers and sisters have tread
and bled
how can you expect our generation of
children who are medicated because they are
“to much to handle”
to grow up to be ‘Scientists, or actors
when the medication you are feeding us
makes us unable to even smile?
how can we be creative when our creativity is being drained for the simple fact that
we are
overly excited?
if you want us to end the war on terror
how about the adult come together
and listen to each others opinion
and show us how to listen
politics is just a game of chess that is stuck at a stale mate
neither side can truly win
but neither are giving in
you shuffle your kings around the board
and all the while your causing wars,
inside of your children born
so take a moment of reflection
and sit with your children and have a listen
you will be surprised of how much they listen
so just set aside your differences and who your child you really do listen
A.M.G

The penetrating blast of the social disjunction
makes it impossible for young people to function
it seems as though grown men and women are playing a game of tug-a-war
and we the children are the rope they yearn for
our minds being stretched in two directions
and we are not given even one moment to reflect on
the damage that is being done to our-
minds,
or minds
minds that are constantly growing
we are being brain was he without even knowing
slowly suffocating
how can we breathe when the thought are being pushed in and pulled out of our minds
pushed in pulled out
pushed in pulled out
pushed in
in,
in insecure we are gradually growing
not knowing
what we are told what way we should go
“just follow the yellow brick road”
how can we follow a road stained in red
where our brothers and sisters have tread
and bled
how can you expect our generation of
children who are medicated because they are
“to much to handle”
to grow up to be ‘Scientists, or actors
when the medication you are feeding us
makes us unable to even smile?
how can we be creative when our creativity is being drained for the simple fact that
we are
overly excited?
if you want us to end the war on terror
how about the adult come together
and listen to each others opinion
and show us how to listen
politics is just a game of chess that is stuck at a stale mate
neither side can truly win
but neither are giving in
you shuffle your kings around the board
and all the while your causing wars,
inside of your children born
so take a moment of reflection
and sit with your children and have a listen
you will be surprised of how much they listen
so just set aside your differences and who your child you really do listen
A.M.G

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