The prisoner

I wrote this poem to represent the anger I feel towards the establishment we are all held hostage by. I do not believe the government cares about the people of their country. In fact they manipulate them to fit into their corrupted schemes. I do believe in individuality and a persons ability to break free from the control we are under. Stand up, speak up, wake up.

It has been hard to qualify for this life

When all around me is struggle and strife;

I haven’t the letters accompanying my name,

To get me ahead in this dizzying game.

I have three kids and one on the way

I am terrified to tell my wife I’ll be laid off in May.

If only I had of finished my senior year of school

I wouldn’t be stuck in this dead end job feeling like a fool.

I believed I was living in a country of opportunity

The last word to describe the availability of training is continuity.

We have no choice and no say in this nation,

I sit for hours in deep contemplation

And try to imagine a system of truth;

A system to integrate what is current in the world,

A system designed to educate our youth,

On the ways of the economy and what you need to know

To sustain in the change that continues to flow,

Through our country like a current too strong for most to stay afloat,

But where are the life guards and who will teach us to swim?

I’m beginning to see most live their lives on a whim.

A whim of hope that they will be saved

From the force of the debilitating waves

That crash all around us and displace us from our homes.

Perhaps it is too late for me I’ve grown old,

But I pray my children have the chance to live free.

Free from fear that they are never enough,

And free from the debt that I’ve always known.

If only they could understand the political reign

And become better suited to break out of its chains,

Let the education system be reformed

And let the focus be shifted,

To acknowledge all minds not only the “gifted”.

Let us create institutes of higher learning,

Where academics work with labours to prepare students for the world,

And reality is learned in the classroom by the teacher

Not on the internet by some cult leader preacher.

I will stand up and fight for my voice to be heard

And hope that someday my rights will be reserved.