Here is a short poem, It is about the way I feel our current 20 somethings are unable to protest political issues in a sensible and meaning fashion. This example is taken from the drunken fiasco that was quite literally a celebration of Thatchers death.
Though I don’t have many good feelings toward the woman, I felt the protests/celebrations were distasteful and poorly executed.
Just Another Piss Up.
I saw the protesters, screams and shouts
a youth revolt out loud
grasping cans of carling
and shouting of a baroness now dead.
I heard the screams of idiots
silencing those less fortunate
with the real voice of protest hidden
amidst a party at Trafalgar square.
I smelt the failed burnings
of a rain soaked false idol
masking the royal blue flags
of the old and noble trained protester.
Then I felt the pain
of the first fist thrown in anger.
Is this the message we send?
of our northern sensibilities
to those whom think so little of us
and strangle our economy.
What a senseless reason for violence
when those so worse effected
wrote calm letters and proudly waved
their emblems and fleur de lis.
Just another piss-up
berated by the press.
Further devolving our principals,
further devolving our governments.