Child's Play

Child's Play

A Poem by Phi Coulthard

You look at me funny 
And blame modern culture 
As I’m chained and gagged 
By your views and opinions 
Blaming the modern hero 
But you never think 

Mary, Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With the blood of the innocent 
And you paint it nice 
So I don’t know 
The context that I see 
And it’s not fair 
Cos this is my head 
That you’re playing with

And I’ll play patter cakes 
In the park 
With my friends 
Rhyming about violence and blood 
Rhyming about sadness and pain
Never knowing what you taught me 

So today we’ll blame Manson 
Cos we can see him
We can touch him 
And claim we didn’t paint such pictures 
To our children 
With a glossed over truth 
So people can run 
So children can play 

© 2011 Phi Coulthard


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I'm sick and tired of people blaming the media..."oh, the violent movies, the video games, graphic novels...blah blah blah" for a decaying society when we're so busy forgetting how to be human beings...

good write...good for self evaluation

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Phi Coulthard
Phi Coulthard

Leeds, Yorkshire, United Kingdom



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