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SOME WEAN’S

(submitted to the SMHAF Ayrshire, poetry competition 2019)

Some weans are born into misery.

Subjected to an absence of empathy.

The subject of parental substance abuse,

Battered mothers, sisters, and brothers,

familiar with the taste of their fathers cum

Life’s undone.

Feared into secrecy and lies, terrorized.

Tortured by guilt, and shame, and blame.

Society cursed.

Stigmatized, by psychiatric labels

Self-harmer.   Filed, Society’s child,

With little perspective…

Some weans are born into war and destruction

People unhinged, and insane with corruption

War crimes, sex crimes, In the royal households.

The free press is silenced, the stories untold.

Government’s shame, for a tank of black gold,

economic collapse, as some nations fold.

All weans are born without hate or shame

For society’s children, it is society to blame

A reflected chaos, created by history

An epidemic of misery, society’s legacy.

Author:

I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy, and as a fundamental tool for understanding, and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, photography, movies, painting, dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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