Johnny O'Shea

Johnny O'Shea

A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible

Oh he was a brave chap!
Never saying no to a fight
And defeat is never an option
It never was.

Johnny O'Shea all day on the streets
kiking cans and playing football was his life
Mum never card about him oh no
was too busy with the abusive stepdad.

And he used to see all the men at the pub
after the factory work and weekends all day long
and he saw some brave  men,
steel men
loud men
the men.

Johnny, other boys picked up on him
for being unwanted son of irish
for his torn clothes
the freckles and deepness on the look.

That's why Johnny never said "no".

And right after being beaten up
It was never a defeat
cause he fed with their hate
with the loneliness, the apathy and despair
on this modern middle age Britain.

Lying on the mud
raindrops falling on his dark, tick hair
he pushed with the strength only Johnny O'Shea could get.

On the dirty, full of blood knees
looking right in front of the desolated landscape
Johnny O'Shea (yes remember his name!)
stood up and walked straight and alone.

© 2011 L'Enfant Terrible


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tough kid.I felt bad for johny.I like the way you write and your style is different.

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