The Real Teachers
I turn on the teev.
War, explosions and fighting,
Coutesy of Hollywood.
I flick on the radio
Slim Shady raps about killing his Mom.
I open a magazine
Selling murder, war and death
In a video game.
I open the newspaper
Real war, Real murder, Real death.
On the sand of Iraq and the streets of Highbury.
Through the television I see proud US soldiers,
But no dead Iraqi children.
The media know war doesn't hurt.
That's what the censor tells them.
A dove with a machinegun.
I go to school.
Teenagers swear and argue.
Fantasise about killing.
They yell abuse at me, they want to fight me.
I haven't spoken yet,
But I am scum, the enemy.
The television shows
Young children killing virtual soldiers
Then switches to
The 'War on Terror'
Nits make Lice, I think to myself.
People hate me for being unusual,
I am different, but am I evil?
I am not you, so I am the enemy.
Who taught you this?