I was inspired to write this poem after hearing about all of the comments made on the shootings in Colorado. My friends (who are considered freaks in my school) thought it was a really good poem about how society makes people conform, and then when this plan backfires, they place the blame on something completely irrelevant. So I thought I would post it and see if it had the same affect on everyone else.
"The Land of the Free"
Everyday of our lives we are taught the same lesson: Don't fight the System, Don't speak out, Don't dress differently. Be a part of the crowd, But don't make a scene. Don't be a blip on the radar of humanity. Blend in. This message has been etched in stone And continues to repress and distress. The hatred multiplies As those "freaks," those cancers on the popular skin, Must comply. But it is this silence That feeds the violence. All of the Doom Brought forth by a volatile human Quake May seem Unreal. But this is no game, And it was no game that caused this. It was the repression, the deception, The correction, the depression. If the undesirables make a stand, Raise their collective hand, If they even dare to breathe, Push them down; make them desirable. That's the American Way. If something is wrong, just point the blame On television or a video game. There's no shame in that. It's not the parents' fault; They are symbols of perfection, Models for the youth. To tell you the truth, Why am I even writing this poem? It's not about talent or scholarship, But conformity and censorship. 1984 is not too far-fetched. Let's just hope that all the dreamers, All the geeks, all the freaks, Stay true to themselves Because they can emancipate the slaves Hopefully without filling up the graves. They are the key To making this nation what it claims to be: The land of the free.
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I was inspired to write this poem after hearing about all of the comments made on the shootings in Colorado. My friends (who are considered freaks in my school) thought it was a really good poem about how society makes people conform, and then when this plan backfires, they place the blame on something completely irrelevant. So I thought I would post it and see if it had the same affect on everyone else.
"The Land of the Free"
Everyday of our lives we are taught the same lesson:
Don't fight the System,
Don't speak out,
Don't dress differently.
Be a part of the crowd,
But don't make a scene.
Don't be a blip on the radar of humanity.
Blend in.
This message has been etched in stone
And continues to repress and distress.
The hatred multiplies
As those "freaks," those cancers on the popular skin,
Must comply.
But it is this silence
That feeds the violence.
All of the Doom
Brought forth by a volatile human Quake
May seem Unreal.
But this is no game,
And it was no game that caused this.
It was the repression, the deception,
The correction, the depression.
If the undesirables make a stand,
Raise their collective hand,
If they even dare to breathe,
Push them down; make them desirable.
That's the American Way.
If something is wrong, just point the blame
On television or a video game.
There's no shame in that.
It's not the parents' fault;
They are symbols of perfection,
Models for the youth.
To tell you the truth,
Why am I even writing this poem?
It's not about talent or scholarship,
But conformity and censorship.
1984 is not too far-fetched.
Let's just hope that all the dreamers,
All the geeks, all the freaks,
Stay true to themselves
Because they can emancipate the slaves
Hopefully without filling up the graves.
They are the key
To making this nation what it claims to be:
The land of the free.