Ruination, Desperation, Inspiration, Expiration.
Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 4:30 pm
Ruination, Desperation, Inspiration, Expiration.
He was only fourteen, still just really a kid,
his mother had bigger fish to fry.
She was lapping at the doors of a wealthy bloke
and concern for her son was not high.
He was covered in tats, wrote graffiti on walls
which was irritating in the extreme.
Caught up in the surf culture, child of the streets,
he was wayward and lost but not mean.
They found him in an alley with rain in his hair
and a needle stuck hard in his vein.
With no one to mourn him and no one who cared
and no one who had shared his pain.
The sirens were ringing, the police stood around
cold and bored, for they’d seen it before.
Just one more dumb kid who could not pass the test
and gave life as his payment to score.
The found an address in a notebook he had,
with a number just listed as Mum;
and another one listed as ‘ Mad Dog’ dash Dad,
so they rang and they asked them to come.
His funeral was Tuesday a day fine and clear,
there were few there to mourn the lad's death.
His mates on the street would have not got a call.
None were there when he drew his last breath.
He was known on the streets by his tag name - Josia
in the papers his name was Shaun Thomas.
His legacy defaced the walls of the town.
His street art it’s been said showed great promise.
Maureen Clifford © 05/11
He was only fourteen, still just really a kid,
his mother had bigger fish to fry.
She was lapping at the doors of a wealthy bloke
and concern for her son was not high.
He was covered in tats, wrote graffiti on walls
which was irritating in the extreme.
Caught up in the surf culture, child of the streets,
he was wayward and lost but not mean.
They found him in an alley with rain in his hair
and a needle stuck hard in his vein.
With no one to mourn him and no one who cared
and no one who had shared his pain.
The sirens were ringing, the police stood around
cold and bored, for they’d seen it before.
Just one more dumb kid who could not pass the test
and gave life as his payment to score.
The found an address in a notebook he had,
with a number just listed as Mum;
and another one listed as ‘ Mad Dog’ dash Dad,
so they rang and they asked them to come.
His funeral was Tuesday a day fine and clear,
there were few there to mourn the lad's death.
His mates on the street would have not got a call.
None were there when he drew his last breath.
He was known on the streets by his tag name - Josia
in the papers his name was Shaun Thomas.
His legacy defaced the walls of the town.
His street art it’s been said showed great promise.
Maureen Clifford © 05/11
