Even more year ten poems...

The Arrow.

The arrow points at you, and you have to make a decision.
The arrow often forces you to do things you don't want to do.
But if you disobey the arrow, you die.

The arrow is everywhere.
It can be found in the homes of t wealthiest people.
But the arrow can be obtained by the most scared orphan.

The arrow is often controlled by monarchies
and contributes to their power.
When the pain is too great, you can turn
The arrow onto yourself
And end the suffering.

I am not an arrow, but I can point
You in the wrong direction.
Or end you life.

When the arrow is pointed at you
You have to make a decision
The arrow often forces you to do things you
            don't want to

But if you disobey the arrow you will die.

By Tapiwa K

Freedom

All of the people,
Who walk on the street,
With only the freedom,
To walk with two feet.

Imprisoned, enslaved,
But some don't know,
When seeing new people,
Friend or foe?

Controlled by the master,
But some who do preach,
Not thinking or moving,
Being squeezed like a leech.

The new born baby lamb,
Blue as the sky,
Black as the night,
In the morning will fly.

What is freedom?
It's not what we have,
There's one more thing we need,
That one thing is love.

Whilst i lay here,
Resting my head,
Staring into blackness,
On my deathbed.

By Sam P.

Government

Why does the government
act like kids
and want what is not theirs?

people dying because they are small
people dying because they are insignificant
people dying because they have no choice
People dying for what?

Soldiers trying to help but getting killed
Soldiers trying to help and killing innocents
Soldiers trying to help and causing more pain.

Politicians, what's the point?
They are meant to help debt,
they say they're for the public,
But they use the public's money
On themselves...

Where's the help?

By Andre P-C

More poetry from year ten...

I filed complaint.

I look right and I see a bloodbath
I look left and I see my family without breath
I look in font of me and I see a happy soldier
Proud to have completed his mission.
I want to kill him but I can't because
I'm hurting physically and morally
So I looked at him and said
I filed a complaint against the man
His laws and his norms
His authority and his weapon
Hidden behind a uniform.
I filed complaint against you
You and your colleagues
Who obeyed without having an idea
About what you are going to commit.
Today you got to take the life of
My family and my only reason for living
But know that nobody is above the laws
Because each person has rights
And one day we will judge you for your actions.

By King Bahdon

War Poem.

What is war?

War is invading another country
Looking for someone, to get the big bounty
Killing innocent people
Terrorising cities
Families torn apart
Children without parents
Is this war?
Is this freedom?
Government's corrupt
Protesters pleading for change.
Soldiers at battle
Police at battle
The world at battle.
But battling who?

By Habib N

Nobody knows

nobody knows what goes on in there
not even the people that really care
the battle within
that you seem to think you can't win.
the depression and thought that you've let everyone down
not noticing the circumstances around
not caring where you would be found
the people you leave behind
will have to catch and find
what you didn't sign
while having to come to the thought of your kind.
people say you're a coward
but I think you were overpowered
you put too much on your plate
and you tried, and ate
but the fate was not going to debate

by Chione K-M

Year Ten's poetry...

Lybia - for something more.

Lybia, stuck in civil war,
It needs to change from how it was before,
NATO has joined in the fight,
Bombing government troops with their great might;
Is this a fight for freedom, or a fight for oil?
Either way, it will end in turmoil.
Their government's trying to oppress,
Gadaffi is the bad guy, something he must confess.

The rebels fight because they want peace,
Beacause the government's trying to keep them on a leash.
Fighting for their mother, wife and child,
For protesting, they may have been trialled.
More government troops, the rebels in dismay,
NATO bombs, oh wahey!

Are they fighting because us they adore?
Or are they really fighting for something more?

By Mansuraj G

Sad and Sorrow

The sad and the sorrow runs through deep
I weep and weep as I chimney sweep,
Dreaming about fighting for freedom together,
But I've lost my parents to the church forever.

My eyes wandering looking at the sky,
realisng the truth for the end being nigh,
Being alive is all I regret,
Even though I am living in death.

By Tapiwa K

I am the hatred against your sexuality, religion and race,
I will discriminate you because of the colour of your face.
I don't care if I'm making you angry or sad,
Because not associating with you makes me glad.

I will have people telling you how to live your life,
make sure you don't turn gay and get a husband or wife.
I'd hurt you, physically and mentally, I'd abuse you,
I'd treat you like the dirt on my shoe.

You have no freedom, not allowed to speak,
Because if you're not like me, you're a freak!
If we don't look the same, haven't got the same colour of face
I will hate you because of your sexuality, religion and race!

By Olivia B

As I'm made to work long hours per day,
A bowl of rice is my only pay
Stitching away, my fingers hurt
Smelling of sweat and covered in dirt.

A day will come when I'll be free
Knowing the rights, I will see
Looking at the past, I will weep
Thinking of the pain, I'll be thinking deep.

Light light freedom is here
Police are here, I have nothing to fear
Packing my bags I'll think of memories
Dropping tears, the past, I will reminisce.

By Leban J