used to be a good world,
a safe world.
At least that’s what I remember
when I was young.
All I ever worried about,
aged 8 to 14,
was the Chelsea score every weekend,
was the level my Pokemon were at on my Gameboy,
was the friends I hung out with,
was if I looked cool or not with glasses on or off,
was whether I had a girlfriend or not,
was if there was a snow day every time winter came around,
was what I’d have for dinner,
was where to go on my bike on a sunny day,
was the cut on my knee that turned into a scab.
Now it seems
through my barely aged eyes,
that the world is growing uglier
and down every street walks
a potential mugger, murderer, terrorist, future politician.
Fear seems to strike the very
of every newspaper reader, old aged pensioner and young adult.
There is nothing I can do
to change anything,
I’m as ill-equipped
as the Prime Minister,
but I can listen and learn.