Friday 9 th March 2012
This poem is dedicated to all the small children, girls and boys, forced into Joseph Kony's organisation. Please don't give up hope, we're coming.
Everyday I go to school
I wonder if I look cool
I wonder, who will tease me today?
And will a bad grade lead me astray?
I surf the web, and on Facebook I find
"Stop Kony '12" and I am inclined
To watch a video made this year
After it's done, the message is clear:
Stop the crimes, stop the hate,
Don't let killing be another child's fate
Snatched from thier homes in the darkness of night
Given a gun and told to fight.
And as for the girls, thier days are degrading,
You can see in thier eyes, all hope is fading.
Families and friends, forced to kill
Torture others against thier own will.
For years and years the crime has gone on
We all know it's cruel and it's wrong
And us together, me and you,
All together, what can we do?
We make Kony famous,
We utter his name
In every single street
The bad kind of fame.
Lets get him noticed
Make them all look
No justice for 26 years
Should've have taken as long as it took
Put up posters
With paper and glue
Buy a bracelet
Get not one, but two
Know who he is, watch his video too,
And try to stop his cruelty crew.
The Americans, they're planning
To capture this man
But they need enough support
So that they can
So please, please, children,
Hold on a bit more,
'Cos someday soon,
We'll be knocking on your door.
We're coming, kids,
Keep a smile on your face
And most of all...
Don't lose faith.
Everyday I go to school
I wonder if I look cool
I wonder, who will tease me today?
And will a bad grade lead me astray?
I surf the web, and on Facebook I find
"Stop Kony '12" and I am inclined
To watch a video made this year
After it's done, the message is clear:
Stop the crimes, stop the hate,
Don't let killing be another child's fate
Snatched from thier homes in the darkness of night
Given a gun and told to fight.
And as for the girls, thier days are degrading,
You can see in thier eyes, all hope is fading.
Families and friends, forced to kill
Torture others against thier own will.
For years and years the crime has gone on
We all know it's cruel and it's wrong
And us together, me and you,
All together, what can we do?
We make Kony famous,
We utter his name
In every single street
The bad kind of fame.
Lets get him noticed
Make them all look
No justice for 26 years
Should've have taken as long as it took
Put up posters
With paper and glue
Buy a bracelet
Get not one, but two
Know who he is, watch his video too,
And try to stop his cruelty crew.
The Americans, they're planning
To capture this man
But they need enough support
So that they can
So please, please, children,
Hold on a bit more,
'Cos someday soon,
We'll be knocking on your door.
We're coming, kids,
Keep a smile on your face
And most of all...
Don't lose faith.
Saturday 3 rd March 2012
Add one teaspoon of fiesty
Three cups of blond hair
And stir.
Add two spoonfuls of green-grey-blue eyes
And red cheeks
And blend.
Sprinkle in some laughter
Grate in some tears
Shake in happiness generously
And add a handful of fears
Add a dash of irony
A bit of bold here and there
And even add some cruelty
But only if you dare.
Crack in some friendship
And add some twigs of a music tree
And then you have
A bowl full of me!
Stir it all together
Until it resembles fairy dust
And then, a well-oiled pan
And a stove, are really a must!
Bake for 30 minutes
Or until brown and crispy
Chop up into 12-year-old pieces
And you got a plateful of me!
Three cups of blond hair
And stir.
Add two spoonfuls of green-grey-blue eyes
And red cheeks
And blend.
Sprinkle in some laughter
Grate in some tears
Shake in happiness generously
And add a handful of fears
Add a dash of irony
A bit of bold here and there
And even add some cruelty
But only if you dare.
Crack in some friendship
And add some twigs of a music tree
And then you have
A bowl full of me!
Stir it all together
Until it resembles fairy dust
And then, a well-oiled pan
And a stove, are really a must!
Bake for 30 minutes
Or until brown and crispy
Chop up into 12-year-old pieces
And you got a plateful of me!
Saturday 3 rd March 2012
Nobody really thinks
Of me.
They take me for granted
They don't see
When I'm trying to say something
But there's no sound
When I want to follow
But I'm stuck to the ground
When they I fade into the background
Like an extra on a set.
When people smile at me
Like I'm some loser they've never met.
It seems like nobody knows my name,
My friends, my family, it's all just the same.
I get a little bold, then
Bam! Smashed down.
Driven back by an insult
Or a frown.
I try to smile,
I try to laugh
But in truth
They only see half
Of the person I'm hiding inside
To hide her I have always tried.
She is small and easily scared
She is quiet and has no teeth bared.
She rubs her hands,
She has nothing to say
She wants to follow,
But she must stay.
She is ordered
And bossed around
Her real side
Is tossed around
On a sea of different feelings
Of broken promises and dealings
A little boldness here and there
But she has always had a flair
Of feeling very out of place
Her curtain of hair hides her face.
This side of me I hide everyday
The side of me, unlike me in anyway.
Of me.
They take me for granted
They don't see
When I'm trying to say something
But there's no sound
When I want to follow
But I'm stuck to the ground
When they I fade into the background
Like an extra on a set.
When people smile at me
Like I'm some loser they've never met.
It seems like nobody knows my name,
My friends, my family, it's all just the same.
I get a little bold, then
Bam! Smashed down.
Driven back by an insult
Or a frown.
I try to smile,
I try to laugh
But in truth
They only see half
Of the person I'm hiding inside
To hide her I have always tried.
She is small and easily scared
She is quiet and has no teeth bared.
She rubs her hands,
She has nothing to say
She wants to follow,
But she must stay.
She is ordered
And bossed around
Her real side
Is tossed around
On a sea of different feelings
Of broken promises and dealings
A little boldness here and there
But she has always had a flair
Of feeling very out of place
Her curtain of hair hides her face.
This side of me I hide everyday
The side of me, unlike me in anyway.
Saturday 25 th February 2012
A coin on a cliff,
a giant on a speck of sand,
two people side to side,
or the different personalities between you and me?
You,
and me,
and everyone in the world,
all adults,
all children,
all plants,
all dogs,
all animals,
all foods (especially potatoes),
all paper,
all material,
all schools,
all buildings,
are different.
May I ask,
What in the world is the same?
A paper, and an other paper?
No, nothing is the same.
Not the present,
nor the past,
not the future,
or time being.
Not the farmers,
nor the potatoes,
nor the iphones,
or the ipods.
Okay,
this poem's getting random.
Saturday 25 th February 2012
Potato,
the word feels nice,
Potato.
The lovely taste of original chips,
Oh my dear potato.
How would the world be without potato, potato?
Am I seriously talking to a potato, potato?
Oh my gosh, potato!
Why am I talking to you, potato?
Why can't I stop saying potato, potato?
Why potato, why are you doing this to me, potato?
Why is this poem getting so random, potato?
Oh, I regret saying all those nice things about you, potato!
Hey stop it, potato!
Seriously!
Hey I didn't say potato there!
Oh yes you caught me, I just said it again.
