If control; is parent, then child; is service,
please others first, not knowing bliss,
kid in chains; rapes; heart and mind
by all commands from them, not kind,
thus, submission’s, birthday card,
repeats the pain, the life so hard,
where mind-forged-noose, is allowed,
family ties; makes scream; so proud!
Then; be strangled; by a teacher,
who fan-girls at, over-reacher,
class is sermon, and a test,
whilst they cancel your request -
for comfort break, between the whips,
such biased written, rehashed scripts,
where learning; is burning; yearning change,
thus, your single light’s deranged!
Next; tip toe; through; interview,
a scowl on face, makes the skew,
the ps and qs; you have to keep,
they rub their hands; as you do weep,
as purpose: you; their shiny cog,
sweating like an shambles hog,
for your beam, is dimmed by pound,
suits don’t care, about your ground!
Lastly; queue; with Zimmer-frame,
collecting stamps, with all the pain,
fed by leaders; bleed us; dry,
if this is life, we want to die,
as reinvention’s, stalled by men,
who never really think again,
thus, life does choke; an ill wind; blow,
it’s hard to shine, in their shadow!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: July 3rd, 2026 10:42
- Comment from author about the poem: In such an unnecessarily made, and sick and twisted design for life, it is very hard to find a decent parent, teacher, mentor, or head of state! People are just trying to find their own way, their own slice of the world, but are sometimes (or most times, as the case may be), victimised by cruel parentage, biased tutors, priests with nefarious double standards, bosses that enjoy executing sub-par, greedy company policies or governments that rudely serve their own agenda; before doing their duty, which is to serve the people. (Also in history, this also goes out to megalomanic emperors, empresses, kings and queens, thinking themselves gods, and certain celebrities who misuse their platform to damage gullible young minds!) I, for the most part, have had the privilege to be a son to a caring Mum and Dad, and to have been guided by some brilliant people. However, with what's around the corner; conflict wise, and with the future in general looking very bleak, why does it have to be so hard to shine, in such a soul-destroying shadow, that has been cast for far too long? The banner picture of the very thin raised hand, is a symbol of attention, attention that has to be paid, in order for a new beacon of hope to be lit! I hope that you enjoy and take something from this poem, please, please, please, let's make this work, and as always, please do stay safe in the madness everyone!
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We like to think that it used to be better but it has always been the same. Well written
Thanks for the read and for your wonderful comment, of which I wholeheartedly agree, it is very much appreciated.
Let us hope, the long overdue humility that humanity needs, comes quickly eh?
I hope that all is well.
You are most welcome and as good as age permits
Suh very true words Ben, respect for others seems to have been kicked from our world.
Andy
Thanks for the read, for your kind words and for your very agreeable comment Andy, it is very much appreciated.
I especially agree with the word, kicked, in your comment, respect is redefined, or mis-defined, by a misuse of pride, that prolongs the same repeated, numerous and cancerous choices. It is these two things that comprise such a kick, that happens by far too often, it has to stop!
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
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