How will we know when the writing is on the wall?
If we don’t let the young talk at all
About their fears n’ their resentments and such
Why do we force them to say, “Thank you so much!”
When we’ve wrecked the world with a desire for cars
For goods and for money that cause all the wars.
Just look at Syria – what’s that all about?
Who are the good guys and who are the louts?
Take a look at Africa
We’ve stolen all their goods
Made them work them mines
While labeling THEM as hoods!
Where’s the conversation
The debate and all of that
We go after them with a stick
Protected by policeman’s hats
Give the kids a canvas
Ask them about their thoughts
Ask them why they’re rebelling
With artwork and cavorts
Provide them with the surfaces and the spray can paint
Make the paint chalk then so you accountant doesn’t feint
Let’s go back to Syria and ask what that’s about?
It all about OUR violence
It’s really about us!
It’s about what we are doing to New Guinea
To self-protect ………………………no matter how unjust
There’s no doubt we’ve all been failures
About this there’s no defense!
And yet we punish children
Just for spraying on a fence!
This poetry was written for FRASB. If you would like to add verse please feel free to do so below.