Poems

You Fools

The typical backward mentality teaches us that

your opinion is to never be voiced, for you do not have a voice.

It is this same voice that tells us that children must be seen

 -          Not heard, unless told to speak,

 told to speak of happy lies of false honours that they want to achieve.

 Achievement being social status because you have the money to flash with your name,

 this same name that your forefathers foretold will never be shamed.

Shamed by the arts; arts only done by fools.

Fools that paint pretty pictures, fools that spend their time on taking music seriously

 and fools that think they can act, sing or even dance.

 Especially the fools that think they can actually use their foolish arty emotional outlets

 as a means of adding substance to their lives.

 A mother once said, “I found him doing that thing again – he was – drawing.”

 Now, he sits there watching his pictorial masterpieces turning to ash in the senseless fire.

 The fire that burns as the pain in his aching heart,

 the same heart that aches and pains for all those others.

 The girl who dances in the dark

 and the boy who dares to bake in the God forsaken hours of the night.

 The night that has fallen upon the hearts of all these fools,

 for the weaker fools let this darkness extinguish their light.

 Their life now remains in the ashes of their once burning desires,

 those dead desires that have now been reduced to ash,

 this grey old ash, the only reminder that there once was life.

Some still fight for their light – those valiant fools.

Fools that paint pretty pictures, take music seriously, act, sing, bake or even dance.

Fools like me that write this kind of Poetry.

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Let me know what you think! :)

This is the first poem that I have Ever written that Does Not Rhyme so it was quite a challenge for me because ALL my poetry rhymes, so please do comment.