Art By Christina O’Donovan: https://jamartprints.com/?product_cat=christina-odonovan
Acceptance
No Blacks, No Dogs, No Irish,
The struggle of the land of the free.
No Jews, No Gypsies, No Disabled,
The struggle of the Third Reich.
No Women, No Gays, No Bastards,
The struggle of the 20th century.
No blasphemers, no single mothers, no atheists,
The struggle against the church.
No Syrians, No Ukrainians, No Romanians,
The struggle in the Emerald Isle.
Not all struggles come to an end,
Some never will.
Forever the standards of kindness
And acceptance will change.
If you want to know where
They’re going next, ask the youth.
Hatred, Prejudice and Fear,
The struggle of humanity
Renaissance of the Weak
Out of the pits of ash rise
Out of the pile of the poor, the beaten and the damned
For this ash of the fire is a door to the other side
The better side
Ask not why it happened, but how
Ask not for closure, but for innovation
Keep the past in mind and mind in now
And remember friend, you survived damnation
When the credit roll and the curtains fall
Pray the God, Allah, Christ them all
That you took the attacks, betrayals and threats
And dealt with them all, lacking regret
One Percent
They say that only one percent succeed,
I am that one percent,
Early rise as they lie on,
I am that one percent,
Pain they fear, on pain I feed
I am that one percent,
I work till dusk I’m up at dawn,
I am that one percent,
They don’t know what it means to me,
I am that one percent,
I will do whatever it might take,
I am that one percent,
Nothing worthwhile will come for free,
I am that one percent,
They might bring me down but I won’t break,
I am that one percent,
I like a setback, I’ll comeback stronger,
I am that one percent,
I have the fight I’m a warmonger,
I am that one percent
My Greatest Weapon
Six wars in the span of a single hour.
Like a recreation of hell in your imagination.
Bombs dropping, bullets flying,
Really makes you just wonder how much longer
Till you’re starting right at your own grave.
Make your bets, maybe we’ll raise the stakes.
Now let me ask you, you think you know me?
Now are you sure that that’s a bet you wanna take?
Sadly for you I think I’m here to stay.
My own mind is my enemy and also my greatest weapon.
So try again or maybe learn a lesson
Other
Endless descriptors.
Labels, boxes.
Words and words,
From top to bottom,
For you to judge me with.
Gay, straight.
Black, white.
So many different options.
But no matter where i go.
How ever many boxes you put on that page.
I’ll always just be,
‘Other’
Pet Hates
I hate when people chew so loudly
When people don’t say hello
People who like black liquor ice
People who think they are superior
When your sitting on the toilet
And there is no more toilet roll
I hate when people video everything
I hate when you stub your toe
I hate how there is so many spiders on bins
And the most annoying thing on the whole wide world
Is sitting beside someone who is left handed,
Because I’m right handed, they be leaning all over my work
And it drives me up the walls. Thank you.
Inniskeen
The place I come from is Inniskeen,
Where each blade of grass is always green,
Where the natives are gathering around the GAA pitch,
Like flies to a light or a finger to an itch.
The village can be quiet like a windless night,
Bar the occasional lads who love to pick a fight,
So as recap to this place I call home,
It is just like every other town like a pavement full of stones.
Positive
I have to wait for the class to finish,
Then I can leave my teachers, my peers
I have to wait to get back home
And do the same thing for three more years,
People like don’t thrive in their teens,
Or so i keep telling myself, over again
I got to stay positive until college
Ill be ok, i just have to wait until then.
Stand Up
The people who try to bring you down
Who bully you in school make you a target
Because you vulnerable and weak to them.
They make you feel small which makes them feel big
So they will bully you even more.
If you stand up to yourself and you look them in the eye
And say am not afraid of you and you show that your not
They will feel less power over you
You won’t feel as small to them as you once were.
Imaginary Rules
There are many that live thinking about what they’d rather be
Based off imaginary rules set by names who have lost all meaning
Expected to rise to an all encompassing standard
That strangles the experience of just living
We have all been put in a pointless race
Where it seems like our competitors have an unbeatable lead
Where all progress is futile, and there is no point
Maybe it would be better if we all agreed
That we’d all rather be “me
No Better Feeling
I live in the country side
Where everything is so peaceful.
The grass is green and skies are blue
As the farmers watch over there herds
Grazing the lush pastures
The early mornings watching the sun rise
Hearing the birds chirping in the trees
As the cold air fills your lungs
There is no better feeling in the world
Not Funny
I hate doing the work a man is expected to do
My family think I’m lazy
Because I like to get up at two
They sometimes make me feel like I’m going crazy
I want to try hard in school
But school doesn’t make any money
This stops me from doing things I find cool
And my family just fund it funny
My Area
I come from a place there’s not much and many people i never knew,
I’ve e never seen my football team play but i don’t care
My father seems to no everybody but I’ve seen them but
They knew me saying they held me as a baby when i was two
But i go along with it like like i knew them too
I’ve never seen them in my life and never will soon,
When i go to school which is a place i never knew
But its alright when because you see the people
You know well that’s its and my area as far as it goes
School
We go to school to past the time.
We come to school to talk to people we barely like.
We come to school to learn unnecessary facts.
We come to school to fit the system
That tells us to go to college and get a 9 to 5 job.
We come to school to get shouted at by teachers
For not doing their work but they don’t really knows
What goes on when we go home.
We come to school to fit in, in society.
These Things
Life’s so great
You don’t want to be late
Fate is so disgusting
You just want to start running
These things shape our minds
And try to control us
But we as human beings
Have to try and stay focused
Skills On Show
The white line
Entering in the grass fields like France in WW2
130 mentres long 65 wide
Where two enemies clash their swords
The battle field where friendships and love
Is put aside when crossing the white line
One weapon that can do damage
Two posts and skills on show
Both training for just the clashes hard hits
To put on a display and come out
On the right side of the white line
Grindstone
Everyday is the same nothing ever changes
On the bus for an hour
Then back to the grindstone
People say it isn’t that bad
But for me there’s thousands of things I would rather do
My parents don’t realise it
I don’t want that kind of life I want to be let free
Cars and cows these two things are a distraction
From what goes on around me I could spend hours looking
And not even realise it purely because it makes me happy
Countryside
I come from the countryside,
Were everything looks nice,
But when you get to know it,
It certainly isn’t so nice.
The roads are junk and some y
You might think that they’re not roads at all.
Apart from them it is actually a quiet nice place to live.
In the morning the birds all sing while the sun rises
As the fresh air fills your lungs.
This really makes me think about how lucky
I really am.
It Won’t
I don’t mind most of my classmates and friends outside of school
But there is always those people who try to bring me down
Even if I’m at my lowest I never let them get to my head
Every time someone says or does something to me I always say to my self
It could have been worse or someone is having a worse time than me
So it won’t ever get to my head and keep me up at night,
I always try helping my parents at home
Watching my little brother and support them as much as I can
Win Or Lose
I can’t write poems, I’d rather be on my phone,
Or playing football and catching the ball over someone’s head .
At half time when we’re losing listening to the coaches go red ,
And then hearing my teammate saying I played well ,
I end up playing through injuries and even when I fell .
I will be the first back on the goal line .
Win or lose everything will be fine
The Pitch
We go trudging onto the pitch
Twenty Two guys hunting the one thing
The pride you get doesn’t leave u it’s like a itch
And all we want is the same bloody thing
Just pass me the ball, pass
It’s coming, set myself and quickly
So I won’t end up with a face full of grass
I score to give us the victory
Every Situation
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Life can be fun
But some parts are cruel
From the glory of a girlfriend
To getting lost in translation
You can’t be prepared
For every situation
From juvenile football
To getting screamed at in the evening
Nothing can compare to the pain
Of the ol pair leaving
Yes some parts are lovely
Watching Ronaldo suiii
But always expect
For days to be poo
Basketball
Basketball, I enter the court unsure
Whether I’m feeling excited or afraid,
In here we let it all out,
It feels like war in here.
The giants that await me
Are after my throat, they intend to beat me down
With everything I can offer, all i can do,
Is kill or be killed
Fatigue
I stay up late. I regret it everyday.
I am always tired. I hate that.
I always feel like going to sleep
But when I’m in bed I decide not too
I don’t know why fatigue is horrible.
Makes you feel unable to accomplish things.
Makes you look bad physically.
Tractor
Tractors are red tractors are blue
I drive a Massey Ferguson better than you
Now some are green,orange and white
But if it’s not a Massey or John Deere
It’s really absolutely shite