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Message:: [QUOTE="Snipsa, post: 30782, member: 350"]On the opposite side of the spectrum. Here are some depressing poems I wrote (also many moons ago) This one about an unnamed girl in Zimbabwe: Silent War Where can I go, what can I do,My home is gone, my parents too.What did the government say,Oh yes it's a cleanup process….I guess you can call it thatIf there's nothing left,It must be clean…. What about me, a nine year old child,Living in a country of delusion,Our neighbours are ignorant,The world's in a state of panic,No one has asked me what I think,Of my parents dying, My friends leaving for greener pasturesNo one has asked me, and they never will I'm just a statisticAnother child left homeless, parentlessAll because of our dear governmentWho think that they can destroy our spiritsBy destroying our livesWell in that….. They have succeeded And this one, a bit harder to describe, bit more abstract but still political in nature: Colours of a Nation Scarlet rivers cross our pastEmpty promises stretch aheadCutaneous colours the answer to allquestionsEbony, IvoryPerfect Harmony?HopeTrustFaithStriveCorrupt LeadersWhat of their nation?DeathScarlet lines the pastHope, colourless, if anyAheadStrive, StrifeColourful scarletFaithHopeTrustOnly if colourlessGreen leavesBlue windPurple citiesStrive and strifeHope and fearScarlet for naught Ons vir jou Suid Afrika[/QUOTE]