Hopscotch
This poem originally appeared on my personal blog in response to a news article.
Hopscotch
Here’s some chalk
Now go and play
Hopscotch was fun, in my day
A small child smiles up at his mum
Then runs outside in the sun
And begins to draw
the hopscotch grid
When out pops his friend – Sid
Then there’s Jane, Marther, Mary, and May
They’ve all come outside to play
Throwing stones
to mark their place
the hopscotch moves on a pace
until that is…
sirens rent the sky
And two burly police
come to spy
And tell them that their game’s a fraud
Hopscotch – it turns out
is against the law!
And so with tears
they must scrub away
Chalk with which they should play
Stupidity in huge great measure
Stealing away childhood treasure
Whilst prisons burst at the seams
Police down size crimes – to please…
Those Powers That Be
So that they can get more votes
Seizing the UK securely by the throat
Sweeping troubles under the rug
By proclaiming, a 5 yr old – THUG
And so without childhood games
I predict arson flames
as our youth grows in discontent
Violence shows as angers vent
So please – I beg
Government Sir!
Why not let childhood, naturally unfurl?
And all those games of yester-year
be played in our streets
without fear
Posted: Thursday, November 26th, 2009 @ 7:34 pm
Categories: Performance, Poems.
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