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Georgie Elmer Poem
You all walk past me and you don't bat an eye,
Not even when you can see the pain in my cry,
You tar me with the same brush as them all, that you cant deny,
But ignoring me, you cant justify.
No one gives me the time of day,
You all literally leave me on the streets to decay,
Letting me sleep in shop doorways,
Whilst you have a spare sofa, which you wont give up to a ‘runaway’.
I beg so I can buy food because I’m starving,
But to you that is not alarming,
Just a usual walk down the street to you, isn't it darling!
You have the power to help us if you like.
You think you are a good citizen because you give money to charity,
Chuck a penny or two in the supermarket box with regularity,
Not believing that you are purposely,
Ignoring me, outside, who needs help urgently.
You just assume giving money straight to us goes towards narcotics,
Because of course everyone on the streets uses, we're all alcoholics,
Whilst you're there sipping your gin and tonics,
Isn't it ironic.
Some people buy us food for fame,
Put a video on Facebook, which is great because then others do the same,
You all start trying because you want the likes, so to you its a game,
But can you remember that I do have a name.
I am a person just like you,
I’ve had a hard life, lots of things I've had to push through,
But does that make me not equal to you?
I watch you buying things you don't even need,
I see it everyday, peoples greed,
Ignoring me whilst I plead,
I just sit back silently and watch you overfeed.
Please remember there are so many different reasons for us to be on the streets,
Traumatic events like a house fire or having a job release,
Or personal crisis, like domestic violence, so we’ve finally got some peace.
But now we have nothing, apart from our items at our feet.
You have the power to help us if you like.
In England were taught what we work for should be ours,
But I’ve seen kindness from different nationalities shown in our bars,
Sharing their meals with open arms,
Because thats how they've been brought up, whats mine is yours.
I’m not saying some people don't help us a lot,
But it should be everyones normal train of thought,
Something which we are taught,
From the time that we can walk.
The number of homelessness has risen for 3 years in a row,
But how many times have you heard that on the news, or a talk show?
Better off ignored and kept in the shadows,
Kept in the dark about what goes on outside of your own homes.
You have the power to help us if you like.
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Mumma please find a new home for me,
Somewhere like Syria before, where I was extremely happy,
I know there were bombs going off permanently,
And I understand it was only safe to flee.
They took away everything from us,
Including lives, schools, homes and trust.
I don’t understand why we were caught in the fuss,
And now our lives have been made to accordingly adjust.
I miss how easy my life was before,
My mind never knew of this disastrous thing called war.
But those memories are something I have to ignore,
As they spark my eyes to weep and pour.
Now hear us children, hear our song,
What did we ever do that was so wrong,
We’ve tried our hardest in school all year long,
Why do we have to act so strong?
I didn't like being scared,
But I was lucky to have a soldier like you that cared,
I know we were caught off guard and unprepared,
But now we need help to get our lives repaired.
I know before we could survive on our own,
We could buy our own bread and our stomachs never moaned.
We've been left with nothing since we became part of the dropping zone,
I wish we could've been just left alone.
I know we've exceeded our shop credits,
And this outcome has made you feel purely pathetic,
But Mumma we know its not your fault and its something you cant edit,
I would do anything to help you forget it.
I know you feel guilty asking anyone for aid,
Stop being proud because it will take my pain away,
All we've got to live in are these tents which are frayed,
One day you can repay all this kindness, one day you'll have your job back, the one where you got paid.
The one I feel for is my little sister,
She's disabled and because of the lack of medical help her skins starting to blister,
I keep holding her close, to hug and kiss her,
because soon I know I'm going to really really miss her.
Mumma I know you wish you could do more for the little one,
But your my super hero, you sheltered us from the guns,
Not everyones been so lucky since this war has begun,
I know thats why you feel like they’ve already won.
I hear you cry yourself to sleep
But I can’t help to watch and peep.
We’ll always be stood by you,
You don’t have to hide your pain like you do.
Don’t blame yourself mum,
Because of you, look how far we’ve come!
See what our family has managed to escape from,
I only wish now our pain could be numbed.
Mumma remember you are my super hero
You’ve won this war infinity to zero!
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I see her coming home at dawn,
Looking completely withdrawn,
It makes me sick to my stomach to know you’ve sent her out working,
Watching her come home, I see you lurking.
She’s my age so I imagine if it was me,
How an earth can you sit there happily.
I watch her smile and she seems so innocent,
She doesn’t deserve this false imprisonment.
You own her, she’s trapped no where to turn,
You don’t care the money’s your only concern.
You walk around in your expensive clothes,
Sending her into dirty people’s homes.
She’s just a child and you make her spend time with you too,
God my only wish was that the authorities knew.
I wish I could do something to help save her life,
She’s in so much danger being held captive as your ‘wife’.
?I’ve got no proof no evidence to show,
So you smile because off to work she can go.
I can’t imagine the torture she’s been through,
And I know your other ‘daughter’ has been through it too.
?I want to be able to prevent this,
Have a job where I’m able to put you on a watch list,
Send you down for the disgusting man you are,
Let those women free back into their loving mothers arms. ?
I wonder what their family think they are doing,
Do they have an idea what their daughter is forced into pursuing?
Maybe some sick parents forced it too,
I’ve heard it’s common here to sell your little girl for $300 dollars this is a fact I wish everyone knew!
?I wish everyone would stop being so naive,
The truth is hard to hear so it’s better to not believe,
It’s not these are other people too,
Do you really think they deserve to walk in these shoes!
?I wish there were more people to stop and put up a fight,
Fight for these women they do have equal rights!
Man stand up to man, this shouldn’t be a common practice,
I don’t understand how you all can just watch and accept this! ?
I’ve seen the mans friends give him disapproving glares,
Don’t they try and act like they were unaware,
Why don’t they stand up and show the girls someone cares,
Let’s get these girls protected from their nightmares.
The children deserve to have a childhood,
Instead it’s been robbed and filled with no good!
Their lives they haven’t managed to live yet,
Don’t you think they’ve had enough upset!
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They've put a gun in his hand,
Telling him to fight for his land.
Killing people on demand,
And the pain he has to withstand.
He's only a fourteen,
He’s already haunted by the sights that he's seen,
The destruction he's caused with this mighty machine,
The fact he's made to do this to me seems obscene.
Tell me how's it right?
Tell me how's it fair?
Making a child fight for your warfare
Tell me why its easier to get guns than water?
I see that little girl digging for hours in the well, please don't tell me she is your daughter?
Bringing in the necessities whilst you go out and slaughter,
Is this really the life you wish you could've taught her?
But yet, all of you men have guns in hand,
Tell me how you get those on demand,
Whilst theres not even enough food to stop hunger in your land?
Your family dying in front of you first hand.
Yet in the eye of the beholders,
You’ve made your little boys into soldiers?
Tell me how's it right?
Tell me how's it fair?
Making a child fight for your warfare!
He's growing up with your views,
The ones telling him that he can't lose.
He's got to take these lives,
In order to survive,
His childhood robbed from underneath his eyes.
It’s gone too far now he will never recover,
The child he used to be he will never rediscover,
Although he's content now with his surrogate mother,
What happened to his real family, where is his brother?
He no longer feels like he fits in with society,
Everything he's been through its given him bad anxiety,
He replays the horrors in his head thats why he sits so silently,
How can he live a normal life after he's acted so violently.
Holding a gun became the norm,
He’s covered with blood of lives he's torn,
Haunted with visions of people he’s made mourn,
Feels life would've been better if he had never been born.
You can try and help him all you like,
But you weren't the one who was made to fight,
You don't understand what he's been thought quite,
As he doesn't see a touch of humanity in himself in sight.
He lost everything, everything he knew,
Was brainwashed into something new,
He’s got a lot on his back he has to carry through,
No where in sight where he can escape to.
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This world for some is so tough,
We keep spending money on useless stuff,
When there's kids out there dying,
Crying in poverty in need of surviving.
We keep buying to impress,
Trying to look good in that new dress,
But a woman far away is really in need,
She's had no new clothes since 1993.
Her clothes are dirty tattered rags,
When you're there buying new bags,
Think of her in the ripped clothes,
Don't tell me you know the pain she knows.
It's cold she has no place to stay,
When you're planning your next holiday away,
Go somewhere beautiful and warm,
When she's wishing she could find a home for her baby who's about to be born.
She's scared she has nothing to eat,
When you're planning your next meal to defeat,
She scrapes through bins to find a crumb,
And the whole time your pretending to be numb.
Ignoring the reality in the world we live in,
To me that is an unforgivable sin.
Its unforgivable to me, ignoring the reality,
Its unforgivable to me, ignoring brutality
Its unforgivable to me, ignoring morality.
Its unforgivable to me, as its just plain irrationality.
Why aren't we helping other fight illness and disease,
Well were hoping to fit into a smaller pair of jeans.
Why don't we try and educate them, find out their needs,
Instead were too busy checking our news feeds.
Why don't we help them generate some income,
Instead were too busy trying to bag our next lump sum.
Why don't we help countries reach their development potential,
Instead were outside buying more non essentials. (LIKE TAMPONS HAHA)
Why don't we see this illnesses and disease,
imposes high cost burdens on these families,
If we help them generate some money,
It will help higher their life expectancy.
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I can't believe in Haiti they eat dirt cookies,
But have you heard that on the news or in the latest movies?
Those people are relying on the rain,
To help grow their grain,
When we're just wasting water,
Without a second thought.
If the harvest fails,
You'll ignore their wails,
Too far away to care,
How an earths that fair?
We all have human rights,
So why don't westerners put up fights?
We are capable of helping where we can,
I don't get why some people don't want to lend a hand?
I know the worlds corrupt,
But why don't we stand up?
We can make a difference,
If the destruction of this was truly displayed,
It would make everyone hopefully want to provide aid,
I know most of you think you’ll be betrayed,
Your money will never make it, so you’re afraid.
But what if we give it to trust worthy people,
One’s who are proved not to be deceitful,
Surely they aren't too hard to find,
We just need to spend some time.
Take some time out of our selfish lives,
A minute could make someone survive.
Even if you have little you have something to give,
Old clothes, utensils anything that can help them live.
Money doesn't have to be the sole vision,
Its up to you what you give, its completely your decision.
I’m someone who has experienced it first hand,
I’ve visited these place I've spent money and planned,
Gone to see what these people really need,
And it just highlighted westerners greed.
Theres people in the world who have nothing,
Yet I’ve found them to be the most loving!
The most hospitable and happy people,
I just wish they could have the same opportunities, I wish it was equal.
Im not saying people in my native land aren't needing help too,
But they’ve got the strength of others to helpfully pull through.
Some people tell me to help my own before helping others,
But a lot of people here can help themselves, or have help from brothers.
Theres organisations, shelters and soup kitchens,
They might not help them all but at least thats there missions.
I’m talking about communities, villages all dying,
Not individuals, people who were ignoring, were not even trying.
As a country what do we do?
Not enough or we could help them through.
Please join me on this conquest,
Thrive and make helping people a contest.
We love challenges in this society,
Why not add aid in to the picture to get some more variety.
An equal world where people no longer feel hunger pains,
and don't have to pray for the rains.
Lets unite,
Become one.
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I’m a tribes man born and raised,
Please don't tell me how to spend my days!
Coming in with your western views,
Don't Because that's not the life I choose.
I'm a man I was raised to hunt,
But your killing my culture to be blunt.
Taking the animals away from us,
Trying to make our lives adjust.
To be more like you,
Can't you see we don't want to!
I know you think it's wrong what we do,
But to be fair it's not up to you!
You're coming on to my land,
Taking what you want can,
Don't you see the effects it has on my clan!
You're leaving us with nothing to do,
So you think we should bow down to you!
Take the jobs you've created,
With our land which you've updated!
Which basically means you turned into a tourist trap,
Selling us with the gift wrap!
We've turned into circus men,
People paying to see us as and when!
You telling us to perform our traditions,
In order to get commission,
We no longer do it for us,
We do it for the shuttle bus!
Can't you see,
You're the one who did this to me?
You're the one that's turned my clan to alcohol,
You're the one that's turned my clan to money,
You're the one whose destroyed our traditions,
You're the ones who've destroyed our visions.
Why can't you see that your not superior,
We're not inferior,
We're just different from you,
And taking that away from us is not up to you.
We don't want to be the same as the rest of the world, please try and not making us unfurl.
I cant speak for everyone as we see westerners as rich,
Many people would love to switch!
Have food on the table and water at their beck and call,
But those people they don't speak for us all.
Why don't you ask us what we desire,
Instead of changing us and giving us what you think we require.
You're not us, you've never actually lived like us,
So how do you know what works for us and what needs to adjust?
Lack of communication and lack of consideration, too much dictation and not enough beneficial donation, which would form the foundation, we would get to keep our location with a bit of negotiation and less adaptation equals less agitation. Maybe we need some more education and sanitation but with our invitation , and your observation by living in this population we can come to transformation that suits everyone and we will be a happy African nation!
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I wake up in a hospital bed,
Told I’ll no longer have use of my legs,
Its not something that can easily go out of your head,
So the thought of the future now fills me with dread.
It took a moment for my life to fall apart,
A single second where someone didn't act very smart.
Now I need to make a fresh start,
And try and not remember stupid things I took for granted, like push a shopping cart.
Using their phone whilst in the drivers seat,
Sending out a stupid little tweet,
Now they’ll be taking all the heat,
Because my legs it did defeat.
Were those words worth all the pain?
Because now my life will never be the same,
How can someone be so inhumane,
Please tell me now, please explain!
Now their life is torn apart like mine,
You never think it'll be you on the front line,
Now you’ve made all the headlines,
Because of your stupidity, sunshine.
Now I’ll never be able to walk again,
And they will always carry my bloodstain,
Thats why driving with a phone in your hand you should abstain,
So thats why I’m telling you about this campaign.
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I was at school and this girl caught my eye,
I had never been attracted to a girl before that I cant deny,
I was so confused because she wasn't a guy,
But those hands I wanted to occupy.
We became inseparable,
Spending all our time together was just so pleasurable,
Always thinking of her she was so memorable,
I suppose ending up together was inevitable,
I remember telling my mum and she acted like it was normal news,
But her mum shouting telling her she was confused,
This behaviour she just couldn't excuse
But we were just praying she could see it from our shoes.
Shouts and fights shouts and more fights,
We were even told we weren't even allowed to sleep together at night,
Because separate beds will make us ‘see the light’
She couldn't see that we both had never felt so right.
She told us it was just a phase,
Because this isn't the girl she raised,
And one day we will look back on these days,
And laugh and go our separate ways.
She couldn't understand that we were really in love,
People of the same sex, but thats what it was,
And me she used to think the world of,
But now the truths out I’m someone she can dispose of.
She thinks I’ve corrupted her daughter,
But her daughter has always felt underwater,
She's finally come out and her mums not a supporter,
She braved the truth and look at the pain its caused her.
Whats wrong with loving someone from the same sex,
Really its not that complex,
It should only matter to the two it effects,
And everyone else should just respect.
I’m glad my mum took it well,
Because she knew what is was like growing up in hell,
My auntie was gay and when she finally got the courage to tell,
It was like she had let off a bombshell.
But you cant help who you fall for,
This isn't something you can fix with something from the drugstore,
Let your children be free to explore,
Because there some relationships you just cant restore.
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I’m sorry to you from the bottom of my heart,
I never wanted to be the reason why you were torn apart,
It wasn't my choice for him to depart,
Although I take the blame, sweetheart.
Firstly I’d like to apologise to you,
As I cant deny I knew he was going out with you,
The day I met him and fell in love as our conversation flew,
I couldn't help myself but think he’s the future id love to pursue.
Please don’t ever think he was unfaithful,
Because we both thought that behaviour was disgraceful,
Even though falling in love with me whilst he was with you was shameful,
We tried, but you cant deny something that is fateful.
Him and I became best friends before lovers,
Lovers after the truth was uncovered,
I promise before then we never laid a hand on each other,
I apologise because this truth you may have only now discovered.
I’m sorry if you assumed he was going behind your back,
We were friends and tried to work out ways for you both to stay intact,
We even cut ties at one point because we couldn't detract,
Our minds from growing fondly attached.
He told me your relationship was like a childhood romance,
But I never asked how you felt about him, I never gave you the chance,
If you loved him, I wish id have known in advance,
Before loading you with this devastating circumstance.
I hate myself for hurting the innocent girl you were,
I made you grow up because of the fate that occurred,
If there could've been a different outcome, that I would prefer,
But a love so strong is impossible to deter.
When I see you now you slyly stare at me,
I know what you are doing, comparing our qualities,
Your battling with the demons, why her, not me,
Don’t ever put yourself down, you were just not meant to be.
I never want you to feel less than perfect,
One day you will be happy, in retrospect,
When you meet someone in which you reflect,
You will realise how you two just weren't correct.
Please know we waited months after you, before we came official,
Even though we wanted to be together we thought it was uncivil.
We knew the rest of our lives would be blissful,
If only we didn't have to hurt you in the process, oh how wishful.
But we know you knew about us anyway,
Because a love like this is hard to downplay,
Our eyes were the things that gave us away,
But for you, it wasn't until months later we put it on public display.
Please know that I will never forgive either of us for what we put you through.
But please also remember falling in love is not a choice.
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