I was brought up in the optimistic nineties Born in the wake of Thatcher, Born under a bush With optimistic dreams after that coldest of wars With Shiny Happy People and images of peace and unity With those Genocidal bullets unloaded, life looked up. Then the towers fell... The perpetrators escaped and the many blamed, We saw flames, they saw Dollars and votes and Riches We saw dust, they saw conquest and war and power We saw Blood, they saw oil.. They shout out the names of their gods But their gods look down, sobbing and asking why We March no their doorsteps shouting their names, but they just sit behind the broad shouldered bobbies... Where did the peace go? Did it fall with the towers? No, it's there, if only people would stop and listen... I was born under a Bush, and I still am under there.
i like this poem...you got me with the born under a Bush, i was expecting you to have a hippie mother or something! i like the second stanza the best...
