Child's PlayA 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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