Planet of the Hates

 

     Too many deviants

Are out to exploit your children,

And as these children grow they become

The new casualties

The new ‘us’

     Yet within each of us

Is the child that was

Never allowed to grow

And we know,

We know at first hand

What it is to be so,

So, despairing of our

Finest years,

Our springtime years

Where youth has been

Corrupted.

     When have we

Who sit with ‘child’

Deep inside been

The child centred nation

That is needed

To see our very own

Deepest forms of love

Succeed?

 

When have we?

 

     We say we love

Our children but put them

On the streets to harden,

We say we love our children

But it’s seen and never heard

And still deep within ourselves

We know this very psyche

That has been harmed

Is not how we really

Want our child to be,

     We say we love

Our children and farm

Them far away from

Where they want to be

And yet you wonder,

Why when they are grown

They are mirrors of our

Very corruptive ways -

Become our distant selves that

Find expression of emotion

To daunting from the hauntings

We bore as the child

That now sits before you

Seeking guidance in a world,

Where nihilism and sadism

Prosper from the deviants

We loathe,

 

When have we been a child centred nation

For future generations

That may yet uphold the world

Gone spare, and I’m daring you

To answer for there

Is a world to save,

A world we as idiots

Have abused because

We were never taught

The machinations of love

For the one global community

We could be and share

And still I dare you answer,

When have we been a child centred nation?

 

     It seems we’re all wrapped up

In bigging up our adulthood,

Yet we’re all staring like

The trooper who only knows

Of war,

A war instilled from birth

And we speak of budgets and

Economies the frequency

The pound can rob the yen,

While the child wants only

Of the den to escape the madness

In mom and daddies sadness,

And it’s quick hits and smart

Reminds that mum and dad know

Best,

And still the jest be the child

We have inside ignored

Of all the love we could

Possibly share,

Dare I ask again,

When have we been a child centred nation?

 

Statistics remain unanswered

As I’m sure this question

Because,

We’re keen to pass

The learnt behaviour

That cripples every Brit,

And your drinking to a

Paupers grave

Watching soldiers parade

Their dead and wishing

You were once for all

Inside the casket,

As it’s hard

Negotiating all our

Self-abuse,

For, we have never been

A child centred nation.

 

We’re busy thrusting

Religion down the necks

Of children,

We’re busy punching

Gender roles

Before they’ve even grown,

We’re busy saying

Mom and dad do care

A lot while pushing

Them to schools that never teach

And we’re talking all our

Adulthood as they cry

Within their beds,

Why have we never been a child centred nation?

 

Time to work

Time to drink

Time to shag

Time to sleep

Time to eat

Time to watch the sport

Time to,

To,

Time for school

Time to instil your rules

But never never

Never never,

A time for a child centred nation.

 

Time, could be your killer as

Time is never for our youngest

Now it’s time to change what matters most

Before it takes your children

And become what we have never been before;

A child centred nation.

 

 

Michael J Waite 23^rd November 2012.