Grey Children

 

I stepped outside the madness, then the mad ones, called me mad

I stepped outside the sadness and the sad ones called me sad

I chose the sun shine not the rain, I took a gamblers bet

I got labelled an outsider by those standing in the wet

The things they said I could not do I smiled and questioned why?

They said “That’s how it’s got to be” I told them that’s a lie.

See being grey it is the norm, but normal? No it’s not!

They hand you a position, then take everything you’ve got.

It starts in school, a uniform; they stand you up in lines

You chant the numbers, say the prayers, identity resigns

“Oh look at Harry, Billy!  Now why cant you be like him?”

Comparing starts, it’s all a ruse, both boys will never win

So if you ask no questions and just follow what they say

Certificates and pats on back for children turning grey

“Why do we go to mass Sir, you said God is everywhere?”

A perfect question, full of colour, meets an old grey Stare

It’s subtle this society as it robs you of your hopes

They turn you grey to look to; politicians, crooks and popes

You may label me a mad man but I look on in dismay

As we send our kids to schools that turn…

Our rainbows into grey

 

Ged Thompson 04/02/14