Our Future Poem by Stephen Gradwell

Lying on my back surprised by a speeding car,
Rough hoods marking my door with a symbol of power,
Carrying a gun to care for my family,
Always snatched back from forceful extacy.

The wires don't bother you,
Everyone's used to them but me,
They choke me.

In a line, girls to young to see,
Banner upright, yet at a slant,
Legal age coming soon.

Dark shapes on corners and the death of the Beatles generation,
Countries you could never spell and open door policies,
Not looking through peoples windows,
News to provide entertainment,
People getting stolen, drinking scotch, abusing solvents,
Roads that smell of cling film, pain from the sun,
Organised crime, sex with adolescents,
New brick work sealing me in,
Computers kicking me out,
It scares me so much.

All those wasted years in my youth complaining about the government,
But I never tried to fix the world,
So I'm paying the price like everyone else,
Its too late now.