LINCOLNSHIRE
YOUNG
POETS ANTHOLOGY 2015/16 EDITION
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INTRODUCTION The wonder of working with children and
Peter facilitated a suite of writing
young people is they are forever looking
workshops on the themes of freedom and
forward, and this we like. There seems
human rights and what follows are some
very little time in their lives for
of the work created.
reflection yet, over the 12 months of the Poets Laureate Lincolnshire Landscape
It was impossible to include everyone’s
project we asked both young people, and
work however, having worked with over
those ‘not so young’ to do just that within
500 children and young people it’s
the context of the 800th anniversary of
encouraging to see so many motivated
the sealing of Magna Carta and all that
and talented young writers being given
the document has inspired.
the opportunity by their enthusiastic teachers to be so creative. A big thank
This anthology came about following a tour of Lincolnshire schools in Autumn 2015 by Lincolnshire Young Poet Laureate, Peter Latimer.
David Lambert Artistic Director Festival800
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YOUNG POET LAUREATE It is often said that big things have small
As I got older, I saw that the gravity of
beginnings, and in my case this holds
our talents is down to perspective: one’s
true.
simple writer is another’s fantastical architect.
I am an ordinary person, currently in secondary education at St Peter and
That concept of perspective is what I aim
St Paul’s Catholic Academy, born and
to capture in my works, and what I
raised in Lincoln; I did not lead a life of
believe to be as a foundation of poetry –
any particular extravagance nor did I
the presentation of a perspective through
consider myself to be gifted at anything
the medium of writing.
specifically. Ideas, such as Freedom, and objects, such But as the years progressed I changed,
as the Magna Carta, are not exempt from
more than I ever thought possible; I was
perspective: some will call the charter a
once a boy with no confidence in his
piece of parchment; others will call it the
writings, now I have a poem in a book
deep foundation to modern democracy;
commemorating 800 years of Magna
some call Freedom the greatest thing a
Carta.
human can have; others will call it an illusion. Peter Latimer Lincolnshire Young Poet Laureate
PETER LATIMER LINCOLNSHIRE YOUNG POET LAUREATE A WALK
800 YEARS ON PARCHMENT
The gentle stream of light
Written out of spite
Ideas travelled across the sea
Runs through the quiet forest
and of selfish intention
Found it’s way to the land of the free;
Across water’s surface
The King’s Divine “right”
Civil rights rooted in Magna Carta,
destroyed by high treason.
and old, ignored and misused Charter.
A delicate song
1215 set to right some wrong,
Ignited by the Revolution
Dancing. Again choirs
It took so long to become
the immortal idea caused evolution;
Rehearsing. Tomorrow is
what we all see today
Rights to food, to live, to speak
A-coming. Would you
it was not always this way.
a Declaration to save the weak.
Take my hand at Springtime’s dawn?
Time brought change,
“…that concludes the tour. You will see
Laugh with me in Summer’s morn?
never quite the same,
the gift shop on your left, feel free to buy
Kiss me in Autumn’s evening?
small voices stood estrange
something…”
Hold me through Winter’s grieving?
to those whose aim
Love me till time exists no more.
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was greed-fuelled oppression,
The tour is over but the mission goes on
even a Roundhead rebellion
It will not stop even after we’re gone.
ignored the Britons of low
Time won’t stop you or me
and let them grovel in war and woe.
Though all are equal, not all are free.
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LINCOLNSHIRE SCHOOLS THANK YOU TO THE FOLLOWING SCHOOLS FOR PARTICIPATING IN THE PROJECT.
BURTON HATHOW PREPARATORY SCHOOL ST FAITH AND ST MARTIN JUNIOR SCHOOL RAUCEBY PRIMARY SCHOOL ST PETER AND ST PAUL, CATHOLIC VOLUNTARY ACADEMY LINCOLN CHRIST’S HOSPITAL SCHOOL ROOKERY AVENUE. SLEAFORD SKELLINGTHORPE ST LAWRENCE DE ASTON, SCHOOL ROBERT PATTINSON ACADEMY, LINCOLN GRIMOLDBY PRIMARY NORTH KESTEVEN SCHOOL
THE FOLLOWING POEMS WERE ALL WRITTEN BY YOUNG PEOPLE IN LINCOLNSHIRE AGED 8-18 YEARS OLD.
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CHLOE CHUCK At 2:42am When slumber is refusing to hold me hostage And the rain is tapping at my window, begging to be let in I often wonder if the scraping against the cobbles is you calling Alas, my call history is found collecting dust With the exception of the call I made to the emergency services twelve days ago As I was convinced that my heart was disintegrating, or had perhaps fallen straight out of my ribcage because I had not heard from you in so long And when I try to take my mind off of you with a novel There you are Bleeding down the parchment For you are the link And I am broken Each time I turn the page it is like I am dragging blades down my fingers But even if all the paper cuts in the world adorned my fingers Decorating my hands until they looked almost like lace I am sure that it would hurt way less than yearning for you
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ABBIE COUTES
CHARLIE CAWTE My name is Charlie, and I’ve got a lot to say I might only be nine, but I see the world in my own way
FREEDOM IS A POWERFUL WORD
I see all the good bits, cos’ you show them to me But I also see the end of the news on TV
Freedom is a powerful word
Like I said, Freedom is a powerful word
I see all the wars and the people that flee
filled with glory and bright eyes
are you sure we are free?
You try and hide the truth but it’s obvious to me
Freedom is a powerful word
Why are we killing our own race
where no black child will be left behind
We are getting involved in the wrong stuff
And I don’t blame my parents, it’s more their whole generation
the despair of no hesitation
like gangs and drugs
That have taken the great out of the Great British nation
the despair of no education
smoking weed and we are making these
I see politicians, bankers and thieves; they’re so hard to tell apart
it isn’t right
It’s hard to see where one ends and the next one will start
and it never will be
We pour petrol into cars and are killing the earth
Freedom is a powerful word where everyone has a change to be one
But adults only seem to care how much the cars worth
where a black man can raise his son
Freedom is a powerful word
we have freedom
a very powerful word indeed
When walking through town their begging for change
but is it free?
you’re sat there abusing it
I can’t help but notice the adults don’t see it as strange
are you sure we are free?
There are four empty houses just where I live
Black boys dropping out of school
So surely we’ve got more than just change we could give
Black girls pregnant at early ages
We’re taught in school everything’s there to share
these people fought for our rights
But it seems in the big world you don’t have to care
why are we abusing it? So let’s not just ignore what were taught Let’s rebuild the world, from the wars that were fought Let’s shake hands not fists at the people we meet Let’s give more than just change to the people on the street My name is Charlie, and I’ve got a lot to say I might only be nine, but I see the world on my own way
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FLORENCE MARSHALL
JACK PEMBERTON
FREEDOM
CONTAINED
Free to life,
In walls,
Free to speech
In bars,
Free to movement,
Why?
Free to choice Try living a peaceful life, As I saw that bird flying free,
In calming summer,
I thought I should be just as free.
Don’t start wars,
As I saw that water flowing free,
Don’t terrorise,
I thought you should just be as free.
Sing a peaceful song.
Free to life,
On a cloudy stormy night,
Free to opinion,
Don’t listen to the sleeting rain,
Free to explore,
Think,
Free to time.
And live.
As I saw that tree blowing free,
Have freedom.
I thought I should be just as free. As I saw that horse running free,
If your life is
I thought you should be just as free.
Ripped apart, Don’t cover,
I’ve always wanted to be free.
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Live, your life…
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EMELIA PETTENER
EMILIA WAUDBY
FREEDOM
FREEDOM OF THE WAR
I see the gate in front of me
I see the bombs out of my shelter.
I’m nearly wild and free
I wonder if my father is OK
We finally get are saying
I think about Hitler and if he will take over today
And it’s really exciting me
I wish I had freedom to move around and play I wish it wasn’t going on and it could stop today
Everyone is happy The world is spinning round
I could smell the toxic gas and I knew my time was up
We are now so glad
I feel the sense of danger and could hear the sudden cry
That the world’s not bad
I long to get out of this dark and desolate trench I couldn’t take it any more so I ran out of the shelter
That I can now run around
I saw my dad on the floor and a German jumped up and attacked me to the ground
And feel I am free
Now my body cannot be found as I hear the mighty gun blast.
I finally get the picture The life I’ve always wanted has finally come to me
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MILLIE HINDMARCH
ANNABEL WOOD
PRISON
SUMMER
The prison that I’m trapped in
Walking round I see the light
My arms and legs are stiff
It’s winter now and all has gone
The mournful silence feels eerie in the dark
Waiting for the summers song
I remember clearly my freedom ripped away from me
the flowers blossoming and so on
My family disappearing
I hear the water pushing free
My heart nearly breaking
the birds so gentle singing above me
Behind walls
I see the evening creep upon me
Behind bars
I see the time rush by me
Why?
And then, and only then I know I should carry on
THE CALL OF FREEDOM
The call of freedom The call of freedom The smell of beautiful freedom The love, the laughter The fun, the feeling Of freedom
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ALICE SIM
EDDIE BRIGGS
THE JOURNEY OF FREEDOM
I’M FREE
As the wings of birds brush against my delicate skin,
I’m free I get to go where I want
I shiver because I don’t have the freedom to run or fly like they do.
I’m not trapped inside,
The deer pick their bramble freely,
I’m free! I’m free!
I don’t do that, I eat what I’m given.
I can go anywhere I like I can ride my bike anywhere I like,
Then I see a mouse in a skeleton’s rib cage, singing to please it’s master.
I can smell the fresh air Of the countryside,
I guess that’s just like me except I’m behind bars. I’m free thanks to the Magna Carta, But then I think I could be free, I could be roaming freely.
I’m free! I’m free!
Then came the day they let me free, I had escaped my dreadful nightmare, then I noticed that I was myself, I was free, I had my freedom, I had the choice, I could choose.
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GEORGE SAMSOM
ELLIOTT TAYLOR
CHAINS OF TIME
THE HOLOCAUST
I sing a quiet little song in a gentle breeze in a warm summer evening,
A boy should live
I feel my delicate skin in the beautiful quiet forrest.
Not be stuck in a barbed wire cell. A boy should play,
I’m waiting for the winter to awaken me
not work every day.
And I will find myself sitting next to the boiling hot fire
A boy should smile,
And I will watch the snow fall at a steady pace
not cry. A boy should eat,
I see the beautiful stream of water
not starve.
Changing into see through ice
A boy should have a family,
And I would love to dance on ice
not lose them.
The time pushes on
A boy should live,
I start to feel the clock gets slower and slower
at the age of 9.
And then time exists no more
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CHRISTOPHER J. OROSZ-HOOK WAR
IMAGINATION
It is a war and people are lonely,
I’m free in my imagination,
People should have freedom and it should be lovely
doing what I please
People are suffering without their families,
I’m free in my imagination,
why oh why does this have to happen
flying in the sky
One minute he’s there and I hear gunshots,
I’m free in my imagination,
I close my eyes but when I open them… he’s gone
walking on water
Why does it have to be like this,
I’m free in my imagination,
why can’t it be freedom?
I’m as fast as lightening I’m free in my imagination, climbing like a spider I’m free in my imagination, I’m free!
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TIO COLLIER
AALIYAH-MAI DENTON MERRILLS
TRAPPED
HAPPY
I’m trapped inside a dark gloomy house,
Hope for the things to come
I still wonder what it will be like to be free.
Adventures on the way
All I hear is silence from ear to ear,
People escape from the things behind them
then comes the heavy rain crashing down the roof.
Paths lead the choice of happiness and sadness
Then I wake up and see in the corner a glowing light.
Yet my uniqueness is what makes me be me
I wonder, am I free? As I get closer and closer the light gets bigger, as bright as the sun and I realise I am free.
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JESSICA MCSWEENEY
LAYLAH DELKCOSTEH
FREEDOM
FREEDOM FOR 800 YEARS
A way to let the pencil flow,
Imagine someone ambled to your door,
A way to see the mind let go,
Just to barge in and say ‘we want more’.
No more boundaries, restrictions, restraint,
Your land is what they want to devour,
Seek the image you long to paint,
‘you have to leave by the hour’!
So many pathways but make a choice, The one that lingers the only voice.
Where is your freedom?
Be yourself don’t hold back,
Imagine you were starving and hungry,
It’s your adventure other leaderships lack.
So you stole some bread from Mrs Bungry. Your money was all gone so you had no choice, And up to jail with guard Joice! Where is your freedom? Eight hundred years later, You were working as a waiter. But you stop and think, About thoughts that make you blink; I have my freedom!
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TEGAN WENTWORTH
SHANE LEE
MAGNA CARTA
FREEDOM
Magna Carta,
Forever Whenever
An 800 year old piece of document
Relief is shown
Grows each year
Everybody
Never decides to stop
Everywhere
And such a brill piece of paper
Don’t feel the urge to stop Open your imagination
Can you believe
Minds will never close
And tell other people that this is Rightfully True And will stay like this… forever!
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OSCAR LINGWOOD
EMILY LILY ROW TAYLOR
FREE
THE DREAM OF MY LIFE
Free to do whatever I like
Everything is tight it might be right well I guess.
Free to ignore all the rules
Everything starts to move as I opened the window.
Free to wander and wander and wander
The fresh air is a dream like never before. I want more in my life as it’s a dull dull life.
Free to go to every place
It’s like I’m trapped in a dark box, it’s hard to breath!
Free to express my inner self
I know I’m going to have to dream tonight about jumping of a flight and just might take
Free to escape my stressful mind
a breath of the fresh air.
Free to do whatever
I must trust this dream and finally go out and not stuck in a dark shelter.
Fee to do it whenever
To me it’s like a matter.
Free to adventure all the caves and beaches
Shall I go out or not…
Free to find your mind space Free to trust whoever you like Free to be yourself
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OSKAR MCINTOSH
GRACE MCQUILLAN
THE MAGNA CARTA
FREEDOM
The Magna Carta
Freedom is the freedom of choice
A tine piece of paper,
The freedom to choose by power of voice
Simply means freedom
The world is endless it has no limit but to confinement I will never submit I will depart on my own adventure To desolate lands I will venture Never ending Forever sending The freedom thoughts, rules are bending I feel like birds free to fly free to go I’ll never die.
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ALEX BALL
MILLIE LYON
I AM FREEDOM
Freedom is opening the door to new possibilities Eating after 1000 years of starvation Running after an eternity
I am Freedom I wonder if everyone could be free I hear freedom somewhere I see you need to be happy to be free I want the world to be free
of sitting down not caring about a single worry tasting the outside air
I am Freedom
after being locked up for a millennium
I pretend to be someone who is truly free
in the freezing ice
feeling warmth and being trapped
I feel happiness with freedom I touch the sky and feel hope
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I worry that some people will never be I cry when I realise that it is only I who is free I am Freedom
A prison lies where nothing is there
I understand the things that discount freedom I say to everyone that they can be free I dream of a land full of freedom I try to turn the bad things into good I hope one day I can make a difference I am Freedom
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Beyond the meadows and fresh air No happiness, no freedom, nothing delightful All around the skies the clouds are dull But one day everything changed The cells all opened main room was full of motion I bolted outside with no hesitation And then I was free This is how it should be
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MADDY BRIAN
JOE HARDING FREEDOM
Freedom Independence
I struggle with work everyday,
Will I be freed?
But I still don’t get equal pay.
Will I be freed?
The greedy white man takes it all away,
Support from everyone Kindness from the people around Freedom
‘Inequality’ as they say.
As the years come marching in,
Freedom is the right to speak,
The white men look at all their sin.
Yet I am shushed by a white mans beak.
We look back at our sorrow,
Every day they pull the trigger,
And all will be well by the morrow.
Shouting “Go to hell you nigger!”
Black women cheer as they run down the street,
Will I be freed?
With all of the ground at their feet.
Will I be freed?
We can now dance and swing, For this mockingbird has got a voice to
I feel curled up in a shell,
sing
If I’ll come out only time will tell. 21 hours I work on their farm,
I am freed.
They look out the window and show me
I am freed.
no charm. Freedom is getting equal hospitalisation, When I ask for medicine they send me to the station. There’s no need to judge because I have different skin, It’s all about the person and the loves that’s within.
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JESSICA CRESDEE
ELLIOT KANE
FREE TO SING
FREEDOM
Freedom is speak without fear,
No one should be left out,
I walk to work every day,
It’s to have the ability to live,
For that is not what life’s about.
Yet still don’t get equal pay, The greedy white man takes it away.
Without others shattering your thoughts Or cease your wildest dreams.
A mockingbird should have
Inequality as I say.
Freedom doesn’t come to all who plea,
the ability to sing,
Freedom is the right to speak
For some have a great difficulty.
For otherwise killing it is a sin.
Yet I am hushed by a white beak. Working in the fields, long hours,
Whether you’re black or white, All should have equal rights,
Racism is our darkest fear,
Under the prying eye of larger powers.
And be treated the way they wish to be
As it brings hate on those around us,
I complete this over again
People are picked on for their differences,
Because to them I’m their money game.
A mockingbird should have
Not even their personality.
Dear Mr White man; give me a reason
the ability to sing,
Their skin colour and religion
As to why you think this is freedom.
For otherwise killing it is a sin.
Is all part of the act, In making people feel less than others,
Equality is to have fair treatment,
When really that’s no fact,
For all those who you may meet,
For all of us are equal
As everyone is human,
And different in our own way,
And that is all their ever be, No one should be treated differently,
A mockingbird should have
As fairness is the key,
the ability to sing,
To opening up to a life
For otherwise killing it is a sin.
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CASEY STANHAM
NANA AMA AMANKWA
WHAT IS FREEDOM?
FREEDOM
Freedom is the ability,
Freedom is to be appreciated,
Freedom, what is freedom?
To do whatever gives you joy,
To always feel relaxed,
Freedom is to be able to have free expression,
Whether your skin is black or white,
With family to cheer us up,
Not to be trapped,
Whether you’re a girl or boy.
And friends who have got our backs.
But rather escape, Into the world and live life to the full.
Freedom is not feeling trapped,
Freedom is to always believe,
Or feeling like you’re being judged,
And to smile and dream and care,
Imagine this…
No one should be treated unfairly,
For where would everyone be,
A walk in the park,
Everyone should feel loved.
If freedom is not there?
In a free open space where you used to hear dogs bark, But not anymore,
To be free is to laugh,
People are like mockingbirds,
Things aren’t the same as before,
To dance and skip and sing,
And so is every living thing,
Everywhere is filled with gloom,
For people who are free,
But what’s a mockingbird,
I begin to think I should have stayed in my room,
Should be able to do anything.
When I cannot sing?
Just be yourself, Don’t let people be a bad influence, Because you can get hidden and locked up in fear
This world claims equality, Yet that’s not always true, To be free you need to feel safe,
I picture the people in chains,
And never be feeling blue.
Being forced to do things out of free will, People out there doing nothing but trying to change you for the worse Don’t listen to them, stand up for yourself, It can be difficult, But it can be done.
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EVE BRETT
KALEB SANCHEZ GRAINGER
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Sleepy little bear cub,
I was free
I was free
With your thick layer of blubber.
Free to feel the wind ruffle my
But now
Settle down to sleep,
feathers while I swooped and dived
Now a roof encloses me
Snuggle up to your mother. Don’t take all the space!
Through the clear pastel blue sky Once upon a time
Leave some for the others.
Once upon a time
I was free
I was free
Free to dream
Now it’s time to hibernate,
Free to sing to laugh to play
But now
You’re kept inside by a rusty restraint.
Now I am caged
Soon it’s going to be spring,
Caged forever.
Warmth and new life it will bring,
Once upon a time
But now it’s time for months of sleeping.
I was free But now Now I feel the cold naked bars
Little baby bear cub,
burning into me
Now it’s time for spring. Six more months of warmth and sun, and lots of frolicking. But little bear cub you must remember, What this next winter may bring. All that sleeping, Will leave time for nothing. But now it’s time for freedom, Enjoy the whole thing.
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SPENCER BEESON
MARLINI RODRIGUES SILVA
THE MONSTER IN THE CAGE
WHAT IS FREEDOM?
The Monster thrashes,
Once upon a time, there was a world without freedom…
And the cage rattles,
Imagine a life without freedom…
Yet the monster cannot escape,
A life without free will,
It has lost its freedom.
Just standing there frozen still.
The monster used to be FREE,
Like a prison you can’t escape,
It used to be kind,
Being trapped in a cage like and animal,
But now it’s heart,
Not being able to breathe.
Is an empty hole,
The only thing I can do is stand still and grieve,
It has lost its freedom.
I just need freedom.
As people watch,
But suddenly something changed…
The monster rages,
Freedom was in the world again,
It wants to get out,
Freedom to move,
It wants to kill,
Freedom to groove,
But they shall not allow it,
Freedom to be who I want to be,
It has lost its freedom.
Not caring what people think off me, Just to be free…
Fate has sealed the monster in an iron prison,
Freedom.
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MIA HOPKINS
AYMAN RBY FREEDOM
Soaring on sunlight,
Freedom, It can be shown in many ways,
Gliding on gleaming sun rays
Movement, expression and being unrestrained.
Freedom: always so Freedom fighters fought, Teachers have taught, But it will always stay the same, Unless, We unite, work together, And we’ll make it right forever and ever. Like Nelson Mandela, Gandhi and Rosa Parks, They fought against prejudice, and fought against racism. But did they really succeed? We experience racism, Inequality and deaths everyday, People think about them for a day or two, Bur after that, no one seems to care.
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KOSMIDER
ANGELA KNIGHT
Freedom
BE WHO YOU ARE!
They said I have it The chains restricting me to this chair said otherwise They said i could do what I want The gun pointing at me didn’t agree They said I had a choice Watching my family die made me doubt that
Be who you are, Live like you do, Don’t let anyone get to you! Just imagine, living each day, Being told what to do and not getting away, If you found yourself behind prison bars,
Freedom fighters Gandhi, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, They’re remembered as legends But did they really succeed?
Was it really you or were you being bullied to be someone who you aren’t. Be yourself, live like you do. You will have more fun I promise you.
Prejudice, inequality, racism Still roam our world today Children dying, guns firing And we don’t even know Or stop To think What is happening in countries different too ours India, Syria, the Arab countries ruined by war The KKK, ISIS, Boko Haram Ruining the world as we speak today Freedom, peace, happiness Will they ever truly come?
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DECLAN CAFFERTY - MATES
YOUR CHOICE
No one can tell you what to do You can make your own decision IS ANYBODY THERE?
You have your choice, So don’t let anyone change it
I watched the beautiful sunrise You have freedom, use it and live it.
As I thought about their lies
There is no restriction
I felt like I was free
You have the ability to be yourself
Like I was the person I wanted to be
Don’t go and waste it.
Nobody was there I just thought how everything was unfair
With your heart find some love.
I thought does anybody care
You will need to use it.
Did anybody even know I was there
In your life you need some love to care for other people
Hello is that someone over there
You need to remember.
No that just a hair
It is your choice.
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BENJAMIN LYONS
JORDAN
FREEDOM
FOUR WALLS
Freedom is a thing
9 o’clock comes, it’s time to go to bed,
Where anybody, can say anything,
Some nights I lay down and want to be dead!
Anyone can have bling,
I sit in my bathroom and head butt the walls,
anybody can sing
I try and buzz through, they ignore my calls. I get angry and think about stuff,
Without Freedom
I look at the four walls and think…..tough!
we might not be able to see them
I deserve to be here for what I’ve done,
Our friends, Our family and everybody we know
Somedays though, I just wish I could run. My heads full of stuff, I don’t know what to do.
People should be able to decide for themselves
I know karma will mess up my head and their heads too.
Let people hear them stand out from the rest
12 o’clock comes. I still can’t sleep
It doesn’t matter if you are the worst, It doesn’t matter whether you are the best
I’m thinking of the day when I cut too deep.
Now we can be who we want to be, free
2 o’clock rolls around, my head is finally down, I’m up again, dreaming and staring with a confusing frown.
With Freedom we can reach for the stars
No matter where I go, I can’t get rid of the pain,
Be real bizarre
I honestly think sometimes I’m going insane.
We can do anything we want
Morning rolls around, I’m ready for a typical day, I come out of my room and tell them I’m OK.
When you are at home don’t be squashed in a dome If you are in a dome it could be made from foam
9 o’clock comes again, I’m in for the night,
Now can you see how you can break free
Thinking the same things and waking up in a fright. There might be a day when the anger goes away, I won’t have to fake it that day, I will be OK.
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LEANNE WINDOW, PAIN!
I sit and stare, For hours on end, The sun is shining, Kids playing in back gardens, I hear their laughter and their joy. I’m wishing I could be out enjoying that crisp blue sky, Running and playing in the sun. I stare out of my window, through the dingy glass and horrible bars, The clouds make shapes, the birds make songs. How I wish I was out there. I guess that’s why they call it window, pain!
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