I just found this bit of poetry that I wrote around the same time I started this blog back in 2010. It's strange to think about how I've changed and grown as a person since then. I've seen and experienced a lot over the past three years... I think my general outrage over the state of society has mellowed into a quiet rejection of the things that I feel belittle, contradict or ignore the intrinsic value of individuals, and which contribute to the attrition of society's ability to ask hard questions of itself, admit its own distractedness and give precedence to interpersonal relationships over superficial ideas of success. Anyway, here it is:
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Written by Tania Plunkett, 21/03/2010
They prescribed the medication
For my clandestine generation
Pop art pills
And sour milk spills
The property placebo
To subjugate our wills
If you work more, you’ll have more
More stuff than you could care for
So discard the word ‘why’
‘Cause there’s no adequate reply
Just fill up your schedules
And you can rest when you die
And yet there’s an underground
Who see just what went down
The disenchanted minority
With a non-fiscal priority
Searching for each other
Among the plastic majority
Has our moment passed by?
Or is it still worth a try?
Can we untwist the truth
That was wrapped round our youth
Or have we been hanging too long
From this propaganda noose?
