Poetry

Paper People

I like people
I'd like some paper people
They'd be purple paper people
Maybe pop-up purple paper people
Proper pop-up purple paper people
"How do you prop up pop-up purple paper people?"
I hear you cry
Well I...
I'd probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people with a proper pop-up purple paper people paperclip
But I'd pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives
A cheeky pack of Blue Tack just Incase the paper slipped
Because I could build a pop-up metropolis
But I wouldn't wanna deal with all the paper people politics
Paper politicians with their paper-thin policies
Broken promises without appropriate apologies
There'd be a little paper me
And a little paper you
And we could watch paper TV
And it would all be paper view
We'd see those poppy paper rappers rap about their paper package
Or watch paper people carriers get stuck in paper traffic on the A4
Paper
There'd be a paper princess Kate
But we'd all stare at paper Pippa
And we'd all live in fear of killer Jack the Paper-Ripper
Because the paper propaganda propagates the people's prejudices
Papers printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists
A little paper me
And a little paper you
And in a pop-up population
People's problems pop up too
There'd be a pompous paper parliament
Who remained out of touch
And who ignored the people's protests about all the paper cuts
And then the peaceful paper protests would get blown to paper pieces
By the confetti canons manned by ore-emptive police
And yes
There's still be paper money
So there'd still be paper greed
And the paper piggy bankers pocketing more than they need
Purchasing the potpourri to pepper their paper properties
Others live in poverty and ain't acknowledged properly
A proper poor economy where so many are proper poor
But while their needs are ignored
The money goes to big wars
Origami armies unfold plans for paper planes
And we remain imprisoned in our own paper chains
But the greater shame
Is that it always seems to stay the same
What changes is who's in power choosing how to lay the blame
They're naming names
Forgetting these are names of people
Because I'm the end it all comes down to people
I like people
Cause even when the situation's dire
It is only ever people who are able to inspire
And on paper
It's hard to see how we all cope
But in the bottom of Pandora's box there's still hope
And I still hope cause I believe in people
People like my grandparents
Who every single day since I was born
Have taken time out of their morning to pray for me
That's 7892 days straight of someone checking I'm okay
And that's amazing 
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness
People like the persecuted Palestinians
People who go out of their way to make your life better
And expect nothing in return
You see
People have potential to be powerful
Just because the people in power tend to pretend to be victim
We don't need to succumb to that system
And a paper population is no different
There's a little paper me
And a little paper you
And in a pop-up population
People's problems pop up too
But even if the whole world fell apart then we'd still make it through
Because we're people

Credits to Harry Baker in the Grand Slam Poetry championship on YouTube

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