Bring us a future life not sunk in the ocean. Poems by Or at the Plymouth/South Devon ‘Inquiry’ event
A talented young artist kicked of our South Devon & Plymouth ‘Inquiry’ event at the Devonport Guildhall yesterday. Or is just 15, yet already a true ‘poetician’. This was his debut performing his poetry.
We’re delighted to share three of his poems (all without title).
Sitting. Broken.
Sick with emotion
All words spoken
Truth is chokin'
And I'm left hopin'
for a future life in motion
To change its commotion
Bring us a future life not sunk in the ocean
One not trampled by a derived strive
Strife. A divine strike.
Pried from government eyes
Sit. While innocents die
I survive
To tell the tale of a culture's thrive
We bleed other's blood in our own home
Blissful. Unaware of the life we stole
Watch TV under blood soaked coal
And eat bread coming from the poverty hole
Our heartbreaks worse than the days toll
For young kids stuck in the workers role
A whole roll of well noone else knows
The rich roll the dice and a one shows
How can!
We let the system thrive
Drip warm wax,
Into our open eyes
How can!
We let people die
Screaming blame on those
On a deafened high
How can this world
accept the tragedy? How?
How?
Adolescents dilate twice now.
For the taste of adulthood.
They gotta feel older somehow.
And this is a way they could.
Blowing through life's mistakes before
it gets them. No they're not delirious.
They're merely searching, seeking for
The vaccine known as experience.
Dilapidated on the shore
A past presents people of now
Finding a someway, a somehow
National stands stand for few
Separated Citizens. How?
I question your transparency:
Not people, personality;
Honesty can't promise your peace,
But the truth is what we must see
City structures weigh on my sight,
The night sky alight with its bright
pearls, punctuating a piece of
fiction farther than Great Father,
just imagine. I wish to look up.
Not bound by fear for decisions.
Unshackled from expectation.
A sable canvas of mood.
Adolescents rebel against their Mother.
Factories, stapled onto her, exhale poisons.
Plants plant themselves ironically.
Showing sophisticated sophistication as representative of their nation.
Tinted by rage and bliss,
The twit on Twitter tattles to make and kiss.
He won already. What's everybody murmuring about?
As he stands up and takes one last look at the Mirror.
Go figure. Puts the win in the Pooh.
Wants the bill to bubble bigger.
Nothing to stop, but common sense.
But common sense went over the fence.
A cheque laced with violet ink and longtime debt
Is put down and paraded as a show of regret
But yet it is so easy to be forgotten
A price paid once is not worth years of superimposed supremacy
Well being and education. The two singular priorities.
Health and knowledge. Two isolated philosophies.
Taught weekly the facts.
Explained regularly the statistics.
I now know how light bulbs came into existence.
Because a doctor is successful.
A scientist profits.
A lawyer is economic.
And a mathematician solves the problems.
But who's going to solve this?