By Lauren
Earlier this year we did a poetry assignment in english. As a way of getting the class interested, the teacher introduced us to slam poetry and tried to encourage us to write about things we were passionate about. Here's what I came up with. Georgia also did a script for "There's Something Wrong" and we're hoping to make a video of it too, as slam poems are supposed to be performed.
Poem 1. There's Something Wrong
There’s this common misconception that our world is perfection
This is the main deception.
But come back to reality, you’ll see the actuality that is the downright apathy of our first-world community.
It is the demise of whole societies, the cause of a thousand casualties in all these third-world countries.
Come back to reality, and you’ll know there’s something wrong.
You’ll know there’s something wrong when a girl gets shot in the street on the spot trying to meet with her friends to go to school cos in the end she wants a future.
She had hope for a future where no-one gets shot in the street on the spot.
But this hope, it’s what killed her.
Yeah, there’s something wrong.
There are terroristic militias spreading desperation and destruction, destroying the
dignity and the hope and the lives of people younger even than you and I.
And when these narcissistic governments employ these twisted, sadistic maniacs to enforce their nihilistic laws,
While you’re sitting there at home stressed over lipsticks and outfits,
I hope you know there’s something wrong.
-Lauren
Summary
That was the slam poem I did. I was kind of unsure about how to format it, but there you go. Slam poems are also meant to be read out loud, so if it doesn't make sense or flow, that's probably why. I hope you liked it, and I hope you like Georgia's script below:
Poem 2. It's Not Fair
How is it fair
That some people get less?
Why don’t we care
About these poor people in distress?
Would you even dare
To try to fix this mess?
Why don’t you try to repair?
Try solving problems with finesse
Because there is a child out there
Under way too much stress
Sending up a prayer
Hoping someone will answer “yes.”
“Yes, I worry for your welfare,
I’ll try to end your distress,
Yes, I know you’re sending out a flare”
But you’d never even guess
You remain so unaware
Don’t you know you’re feeding the monster of distress?
And you will never see the world is in such disrepair
-Lauren
Summary
This one was supposed to be a villanelle style poem, but I think I completely stuffed up the structure for that. I was trying to get a point across about how unfair everything is for the minority, like in my first poem.
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