Sam Glaspy's Poetry

1/10/2020- No Man's Land (Song)

I made the header a photo of my cat napping on a pillow. Hopefully this will lighten the mood?

Foreword-
I came up with this title when hiding in the bathroom from writing an argumentative essay about why you should or shouldn't go to college. Some snooty and twisted prick with a god complex was sitting on top of his high horse, writing about how a college education is what makes the middle class better than the low-income kids.
Today I was listening to Bikini Kill and Bratmobile to get all fired up. Recently, I've been studying trench warfare of WWI, and the term "No Man's Land" really stuck out. It's a deadly and empty place where you get shot if you step foot out of the trenches. It's littered with bodies and remains, and no one can retrieve their friends and loved ones without dying themselves.
It sounds like this whole virus thing, the 2020 election, and the people killing peaceful BLM protesters thing. I'm so pissed off, coming from a religious republican family I can't escape who give me anti-vaxx lectures. I just want to be free to scream and protest, as a queer teen. Hell, my mom's from Puerto Rico! She should be mad too! But all I get is fed the same Nuclear Family bullshit. "We love each other," "lets get another dog to fill the hole in our marriage," and "essential oils will fix it!" Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, friend or enemy, welcome to No Man's Land!

TW- swearing, mentions of gun violence, mentions of the current pandemic, police brutality.

It's my fucking life
And I've lost control
The world has fallen
into a black hole
Fight or flight
I can't waste the night.
I'm going under,
And I'm up to my nose

I'll get shot at school,
Or during protest,
It's all the same
Old
Game

I fought for my life,
But now I'm in No Man's Land.
Bodies all around,
No grenade in hand.
Cuts on my face,
Cuts on my hands,
Welcome to No Man's Land!

He has AIDS,
She has COVID,
They'll both die horrible deaths
Away from their kindred.
Rejected or "protected,"
No vaccine to save them and their family.

I fought for my life,
But now I'm in No Man's Land.
Bodies all around,
No grenade in hand.
Cuts on my face,
Cuts on my hands,
Welcome to No Man's Land!

They wanted to end police brutality,
She wanted to fight discrimination.
They both ended up with rubber bullets to the head.

Hiding in the trenches,
Decay and death all around,
Bullets are the only sound,
Even when underground,
No light at the end of the tunnel to be found....
(High hat taps and silence from all other instruments)

I fucking hate No Man's Land!
(Sick guitar solo I've yet to write, followed by the other instruments stopping and bass fill, and then all the instruments pick back up at double speed before abruptly ending)

Thank you for reading. Maybe it resonated with you? Maybe you hate me? I'm cool with both. Stay in school if you want, only do prescribed medical drugs, and wear a mask. Goodnight!