Garrison's GorillasA Poem by Vanessa Whiteley
In those days Mods and Rockers
were faded newspaper headlines
21st century teenage knife crime
was unimaginable decades ahead.
Native Americans were Indians,
who still chased stage coaches
across flickering screens, albeit,
some sided with the good guys .
Questions were being asked
regarding America’s destiny
and minority rights - but not by us.
Our protests and wants were simple.
Teachers still taught about Empire,
how we had ruled far off countries
whose inhabitants wore turbans,
rode elephants and sometimes
killed soldiers like Clive. Our heroes,
Commandos from stateside prisons –
Actor, Casino, Goniff and Chief –
picked pockets, robbed banks.
Then there was that flick of the knife
the subtle twist of the wrist. We were
hooked regardless of the stereotype.
Even as High School girls crammed
for exams, we Eleven plus letdowns
scribbled notes concerning the latest
episodes and ignored tomorrow
by focusing on last night’s TV.
© 2009 Vanessa WhiteleyFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on May 14, 2009 Last Updated on May 15, 2009 AuthorVanessa WhiteleyBristol, EnglandAboutBorn in 1560 in Stratford-upon-Avon. I have a passion for writing but my parents wanted me to marry early. I ran away from home to see if I could make my fortune in London as my older brother had d.. more..Writing
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