National Poetry Day 2016- My Poem

 

The Ocean’s Skin

Somebody suggests a different way to fix what is wrong

And all of the newspapers scuff scoffs and scorn

They say stick to the path and keep to the norm

They say you can only idolise that which is already born

The paupers are happy with their unbuttered corn

Money once again has sung, talked and sworn-

And then you notice one day that theme park sheen

Increasingly shapes and morphs the machine

And somebody peels back the ocean’s skin

And takes a peek at what lies within

He says I’ve seen it and it ends not with a bang but a whimper

And his mother says, you rascal, you faggot you swine, you tinker

The bouncer on the door, more than just his pitbull face

He’s observed and critiqued ideas of creed, purpose and race

Melinda takes drugs for the angst of being alive

Drugs to broaden the horizons of her mind

Her baby’s weight, more story than flesh

She drags upon her post-birth cigarette

Because there’s no room for nuance when you’re pressed against the wall

Why listen and change when there’s no point at all

Such as Gordon, who tries to be a moral man,

But old blind Bill led him by the hand,

He said take a look down yonder at the foundation of sand

That lays at the church’s foundations

And concede that God has left an emancipated nation

I’d love to contemplate it all, but I don’t have the patience

 

 

 

 

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Author: Atlas Stood

Human society is changing at an unprecedented pace. Political ideologies from less than 10 years ago appear out-of-touch already to a dissatisfied voting public. In the West, we can see that the days of the politicians making the rules and people largely voting between two options are disappearing. The internet is creating pockets of societal divides, now any idiot, such as myself, can blurt half-baked ill-informed opinions online. In contrast, there is now more scope for good journalism, the public can now check exactly what a politician said in the past without having to trawl through pages and pages of library newspaper archives. The ways in which music and art are sold is changing. A successful YouTuber or blogger can feasibly collect an audience from across the world. One or two people from each town across a continent and you can now garner an audience of thousands or even millions. When this generation grows old, each pocket will have different things that they remember from their youth in this era. The iPhone and Facebook will be all that unites us; if things keep going this way, then no longer will nationhood, musical genre, taught trades or local communities be the things that bring us together in our nostalgia of the past. It will instead by the account created on websites put together by large corporations and how everyone had a Facebook, even though they didn't and they don't. This blog, in short, is anything I feel like externalising that's been playing on my mind in the hope that I can maybe make others more cynical of what they see, read and hear.

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