Dear Boy

There is no newness to the child's world
No startling moment when a minute might
Engulf him.
When a moment of whimsy might make him
Stronger as he bets on fathoms and fools
And all the perceived dead horses.

What do I say?
Dear boy trust your government?

As a child I may have but not today.
I tell my old child to run far away
From the men who want to use him
To fodder their oily cannons.

Not my son for your benefit you bastards.
Not my skin and bones
Whilst you guard your own
Worthless hides...
Send your own bones to fight.
Then I might believe in your war.

Just a minute though...
It's not only a war you are after is it?
You just want the world to continue
As it did before...
Always to your advantage...
Always to your advantage.

Blind to flogging a dead horse.

Dear boy...
Don't go near where they say you must.









Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-09-23 at 01:51

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Sid Gardner
Defend the right to think before you act. Never waiver in the hurricane of adversity. Recognise your attributes and be not afraid to tell them all to go to their private little subsidised hell
Sid xx
2009-09-24



This applies to many children in many situations ... I feel strongly for them and for this text.
2009-09-23


NicholasG
Amen Друг :-)
2009-09-23


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the way you have shaped this commentary into an excellent piece of writing. Thank You.
2009-09-23