Blowing Away In The Wind.

The Real World

We shoot up people because of their race or sexuality,

We need to get back in touch with reality.

A way to end a war is not to start another.

I tried to be heard but why do I bother?

I'm just a kid,

I should be playing pretend,

Not getting into the horrifying "real" world.

Where they shoot up officers who protect us,

because they said one word.....

Is that what you want us to grow up to?

Seeing our peers shoot up our friends?

Or should we act like its all pretend?

Shots fired, bombs dropped.

Peoples voices just get topped.

Sexist and racist,

Terrorist and liars.

Creeping under our mind's barb wires.

They violate our mind's with their poison words.

Please continue reading....

I just want to be heard!

You act like we don't see,

The things they put on the tv,

The news shows us everything wrong in the world.

Please believe me, our vision is not blurred.

We see things from heaven, and some from hell.

When we really should be waiting for the ringing of the school bell.

The 'Real' world you try to hide us from,

Is sneaking in through seams,

In bright, thin, beams.

We see the guns, the bombs, the wars, and more.

We know what not to speak of and know what should be said.

We know how to refrain ourselves and keep our words inside our head.

But this is me,

Speaking for the ones who won't....

This is me,

saying what we know.

This is us,

The next generation,

Asking you to change the world.

We will start,

Start with this child's poem.

One of the children,

The real world could never hurt.

This is our voice!

Can you hear us now?!

These meaningless verses,

Written on white, lined, paper.

When our mouths are wordless.

This is our voice....

We just wanted to be heard.....

And these are the words,

We fail to say.

We can't put this stuff to an end,

Because we are children,

And children should be playing pretend.