Jon's Poem Week 3

Remind me of a time when people weren’t blind to what was most important. Life.
When did it seem ok to put yourselves in front of others? Adults in front of children?
Selfish needs ahead of honest ones? Your happiness ahead of someone else’s?
What gave you the right?

She drowned. You loved.
She was raped. You loved it, didn’t you?
Did he want you to throw him to his death?
My answer’s no but we can’t ask him now, can we?

You make them fight for a cause they don’t truly understand. Do they know what they’re doing or do they think it’s a toy gun they’re shooting in a playground of people who are pretending to be dead?
Do you have the right? NO!

Do you really know what’s best for your child? Do you really?
How about when Mr or Mrs Paedophile touches your daughter because that make-up you put on her and the short dresses you buy for her and the heels that she can hardly walk in really turn Mr or Mrs Paedophile on?

When did your child’s life become your own, to do with as you please? Was it when you stuffed him in a bin bag and waited for him to get crushed by huge metallic claws, rot on a waste dump and get pecked at by seagulls?

Do you feel their pain? Do you?
Do you have the right?
NO!