Although this poem follows much the same pattern as most of my poems in the chosen categories I would probably never have thought of it.
It was inspired by my son’s fantastic drawing of the infant and his shadow as seen above this text. Run the mouse cursor over the drawing to see it in a larger size.
What Will I Be?
Oh no,
my shadow?
is this how I’ll grow?
will I have to follow –
the road to sorrow?
I’m only a kid.
Far worse
Am I the curse…
Taking coins from your purse?
Putting nature into a hearse?
Destroying the best, of our universe?
Will I do that?
Mankind – ever been a kind man?
or is your game plan
to emulate satan
to be the gran’ –
ol’ devil? I don’t understan’,
I’m only a child.
A man has reason
should improve each season.
Instead, he commits treason,
burns down trees ‘n,
ignoring our pleas ‘n
destroys our planet.
He bombs his neighbours
cuts them down with sabres
destroys their labours
then lies to the papers.
Truth is no more than vapours.
Must I do that?
Steal from the poor for your own need,
ignore the law because of greed
and, indeed,
you make us bleed
as you sow your seed
of destruction.
Am I to be Putin the warmaker?
Bombing Ukraine to take her?
killing families to break her?
destroying every acre?
god forsaked her!
must I grow up as him?
Or Trump,
that fat lump,
that kicks everyboy’s rump,
making the whole world slump.
Stealing from the poor with a suction pump.
Or him – must I?
There are others too:
Erdogan and Netanyahu.
They’re neither Moslem nor Jew,
And Musk, Orban and another few
make a right Motley crew.
Must I be like them?
Is this what I’m here for?
Stand I at the door
of deeds of good or those that abhore?
I’m not sure.
Will I lead my family to war?
Im still a baby. I don’t know.
Send me to school
where reason’s the rule
don’t wanna learn fool
or be over cool.
I want to sit on the stool
of peace and love.
Copyright © 17.04.2025 – Kevin Mahoney