where have all the heroes gone

a poem about the way things are

consume,misuse, lets get addicted to solvent abuse,
as the kids,who will never win,run around in a cider muse
cannon fodder,makes me shudder,as there victim takes it all
another one, standing alone,for just trying to walk tall

broken glass, on the grass, where we used to play
makes me look, how long it took, just to get this way
i close my eyes, there no surprise, as blood runs down my back
will this mess, ever rest, or stay a statistic fact

bring and buy your lovely gear,cos we demand it over here
as the first hit,is the worst hit,and they lie about there fear
its all good, we love the stuff, lets all just get completely fucked up
and as the first ones dies, they realize,life's more than just a book

turn in shame,cos its happened again,as parents start to go insane
cos nothing as safe,as they thought it may,and its more than just a game
as the flash, of the past, comes rolling around and to a crash
sit and whimper,because its simpler,to deney the noticed stash

yeah so blame your self cos that will help to make it aright
ill stand alone with my swords drawn and claim you back your night
and ill do ,what you cant do, because you have no foresight

and when its clean you'll turn to me and i will dissapear
my jobs done,and i have won, my point remains quite clear
 










 

Author's Note

i don't know what this is i just started writing one day and this is what came out lol

Reviews

[Destinee]

seriously. this was awesome. i love how it flowed so easily and captured every sense. sold gold right here.