I can’t wait till I grow up;
We say while we are still in school.
Sick of sitting in classes;
Until we can’t feel our arses.
Going on school trips;
Looking for homework tips.
Preparing for the ‘real world’;
Misunderstanding that word we heard.
I can’t wait till I grow up;
Or that’s what we think.

I can’t wait till I am working;
We say while we are in university.
Sick of sitting in lectures;
Learning of new textures.
Going on drug trips;
Grabbing a girls hips.
Preparing for tests;
Getting barely enough rest.
I can’t wait till I’m working;
Or that’s what we think.

I can’t wait till I’m retired;
We say while we are working.
Sick of sitting in a cubical;
Dating that girl who is beautiful.
Going on business trips;
Missing the feel of her lips.
Preparing for five o’clock;
So we get stuck in traffic lock.
I can’t wait till I’m retired;
Or that’s what we think.

I wish I was young again;
We say when we retire.
Sick of sitting alone;
Unable to throw a dog a bone.
Going on hospital trips;
Getting put on another drip.
Preparing for the worst;
The day that family bubble bursts.
I wish I was young again;
We say at the end.

“I bet she’s good in bed”;
That’s what they said.
As she walked past alone;
On her way home.
From her job at the bar;
Where every guy;
Near and far.
Seems to think it’s okay;
To grab her all day.

When she gets home;
The messages she reads.
The pictures she’s sent;
“you’d look good on your knees’.
On the bus to the shops;
On this guy hops.
Stand right beside her;
Like a tall lanky spider.
Brushes her top;
Just as the bus stops.

She just wants to live;
She just wants to breath.
Without having these men;
Cling on like disease.
She just wants to be;
She just wants to see.
What it’s like for a day;
To come what may.

Without the glance of a man;
Without that penetrating gaze.
She just wants to go home;
Without running a maze.
But that’s not how it is;
It’s really not fair.
She knows that each day;
Each hour, each minute.
Could be her last second;
So why even begin it?

You see what you’ve done?
With your lustful ‘fun’.
You’ve told her she’s meat;
Just there for you in heat.
And like meat to slaughter;
A father loses his daughter.
Well done son;
You’ve had your fun.

Fragility is fertility to change,
That which needs to become new,
Must first become old.
That which needs to be full,
Must first become empty.
Those who need to become stronger,
Must first suffer weakness.
Those who need to be loved,
Must first feel alone.

Change is the birth of growth.
That which is new,
Must now grow old.
That which is full,
Must now be shared.
Those who are strong,
Must now breed strength.
Those who are loved,
Must now love those who are alone.

It is our duty and our right,
As those who learnt to fight.
To fight for the voiceless,
To defend the defenseless.
To ensure the world we leave,
Is a world our families won't grieve.
To ensure that our daughters,
To ensure that our sons,
Never once in their lives,
Have to take up a gun.