B.. Alexander


Bored If You'Re Boring - Poem by B.. Alexander

Did you see the rolling pavements of greater London?
Or pass through the parks and ride the underground
Did you not try the market stalls of Camden or Southwark?
The galleries are free and stuffed with people's hearts

So how can you be bored?
How can you dare to say
That you are bored?

Do you not have a scrap of paper, a betting pencil
Do you not have a laptop, a guitar or tape recorder
What of all the music you've collected along the way
Could you not write, or draw or listen or learn

How can you be bored?
How can you dare to say
That you are bored?

Do you not hear the clear skies, no bombers overhead
Do you not sense the safety of a country swaddling you
Do you not stop and feel grateful for your freedom to say anything
Without the noisy shrapnel of a war interrupting you

So how can you be bored?
How can you dare to say
That you are bored?

In this century
In this country
In this place that we are now
Not one person has the right
To be bored…

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(Dec '12)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013



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