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“No Turning Back” NEW #poem
Every person on this planet should be equal, it shouldnt matter if you are rich or poor, old or young, religious, white or black;
The world around us is slowly dying, and once it has gone there will be no turning back
We hunt Elephants for ivory,
Tigers for pride, and Sharks simply because Spielberg made us think that everything with teeth had to be Jaws;
We leave children dying of hunger in Africa, whilst the rest of us are busy buying things we wont ever NEED from stores
We send young soliders to fight in wars that will never truly be won;
But we never stop to think about the parents who may never get to say goodbye to their Daughter or Son
Each day we leave millions of children all over the world to go hungry, whilst we just stuff ourselves with a selection of over indulgent feasts;
We kill millions more people than lions ever could, we may class ourselves as kings but deep down we must be the beasts
At night the fortunate ones get to tuck their children into bed, whilst others do not have a mattress let alone a home;
There are over 7 billion people on this planet so there is no reason for anyone to be left feeling alone
We know the icecaps are slowing melting, but i guess out of sight is out of mind;
They tell me ignorance is bliss, but i think its more like ignorance is blind
They tell me from space the oceans look so blue, but if we carry on the way we are going those same oceans will oneday be a darkened shade of black
The ocean is now our dumping ground but once all of these things have gone there will be no turning back
Our modern world is changing, and everyone is busy blaming the youth of today;
But how can we blame the future, when it was us who made their world this way.
Our street corners are full, as our children think that it’s okay to walk into the darkness with a knife;
When did we stop teaching our kids that the greatest ever gift, is quite simply LIFE.
Footballers earning a million pound a month, whilst children in Africa sit crying their hunger pain;
Pier pressure is weighing down our future generations, as they begin to buckle under the strain.
Our children are now living in a virtual world, with MSN, Facebook and Twitter, they no longer need to speak face to face;
If only they knew time was so valuabl
e, and a lost childhood is the one thing that no one could ever replace.
Girls desperate to be thin, as their air brushed idols kneel at the toilet throwing up their breakfast, lunch and tea;
A silent generation sits texting on the latest mobile, whilst playing their PS3.
Faces hide behind hoodies, but not all youngsters want to go out and cause a riot;
Each of us is born with a hidden gift, but our future children have just forgotten how to find it.
We are leaving a broken planet to our children’s children, whilst our Governments just spout hot air, adding to our global warming;
With the worlds ice caps still melting, and our wildlife slowly disappearing, this is starting to sound more like a global warning.
Older generations demand respect, but its one way traffic, as respect back is something they do not show;
Instead of teaching our children how to fly, we tie them down with yet another ASBO.
Frustration and neglect flows through the streets of this concrete jungle, the one place that we now all call our home;
Bullies and racists still torture their victims, leaving them to cry in the shadows, all on their own.
Plastic surgery changing bodies, changing faces, as the years pass the dreams we all had as children slowly fade away;
Before long the dawn of a new generation will begin, and no doubt people will still be blaming,
The youth of today.
Barry Mowles (copyright)
In my past I was falling,
And when I hit rock bottom I truly landed with a thud;
I use to dream of making footprints in the sand, but in reality I was just making
Footprints in the mud
I use to hide away from the outside world, as I was so tired of being treated like a useless piece of crap;
I never wrapped myself up in cotton wool, but that didn’t stop people prodding me like I was a torn up piece of bubble wrap
At times I wished I could brush away the dark clouds above my head,
So I could lift up and reverse the rain;
Every day I wished I could visit heaven,
So that I could let my Nan and Granddad breathe again
Each night I would make a paper airplane filled with verses,
And as I threw it towards the heavens I always hoped that it would soar;
But I guess those letters were soaked with too many tears, as they would always crash down and hit the floor
Looking back now I guess I was lost with no direction,
My life was like a boat, but I had simply lost my sail;
But over time I used this ink to rewrite my dreams so that I could never fail
I used a pen to make my dreams come true,
I used a piece of paper for a tissue that wiped away all of my tears, sweat and blood;
So now I am finally making footprints in the sand,
After spending so many years making,
Footprints in the mud.
Barry Mowles ©2014
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