The Accepted Way of Being
The Accepted Way of Being?
The parable or, myth and belief,
Well, there be so much truth within,
It says something,
Something that many come to know;
If you’re born
With the markings of your herd
Arranged just a little different;
Then the herd will peck away until
Your death!
The plight of so many children
Goes the same way;
Already born to die before
The age of five,
And there’s so many
That grow to realize
In adulthood – the mistakes
Made upon their being,
And when they wake,
They shout the odds
But all becomes too late.
It’s too late,
And so many are shouting
At the system,
You hear them in
The streets,
The pubs the clubs
They frequent to gain
Their place of forgiveness,
And acceptance just for being different.
They’re all shouting the same thing,
But the harsh realities of Britain
Taught acceptance to a way of life so cruel,
And just because the child acts
Out of woe,
Doesn’t mean
He or she – retarded in some way,
They have an inner gift that knows
Humanities plight be awkward
As it stands today,
They know it when they
See the eyes of brutality
Staring down upon them,
And they grow fearful;
Like we all, like we all.
So we teach acceptance,
And values and norms
But worst of all;
How to act your given role,
How to act because naturally,
We behave a little different
If left to nurture – now forgotten.
From the boxed off house,
To ticking check boxes of
Colour race or gender,
We’re all under control
To a system that cares not
For feelings of humanity
And yet,
These feelings remain
Within the child;
Amputated, castrated,
Cauterised to a point of no return –
While within their growing years.
We once
Cared not for mathematical equations,
We once were drawn where
Food and fresh water were plentiful –
And they call it progress,
But there is something happening
To Man that goes beyond the comprehend.
We’re running dry
While the child fears for all tomorrows,
And he’s learning only
How to live within a box,
But Mum and Dad struggle
With the years they
Themselves have been put down,
And worst of all,
Mum and dad are made to accept
The teachings of the state,
Where the real education
For the masses is how to survive
Streets of bitterness and sorrow,
Drunkenness and drugs,
The knife the gun
And the loneliness of all.
We’re all complaining of one
Thing or another because we know
We’re far from right in how we
Live upon these lands,
This World,
And worst of all,
Those that peck away
Upon the being born different,
Are pecking away at themselves,
Knowing that ‘the act’ they are
Conducting goes against their very nature,
They have been taught
Deploring ways,
But like we all
When not shouting
At controversy,
‘They still peck away the brightest offerings of hope’
Killing each their own,
Just to be accepted,
As part of something lost.
Michael J Waite 15th July 2013.
