Poems inspired by Wilfred Owen’s Anthem for Doomed Youth from Ms Mather’s Year 8 class

Do you know if your account is safe, is mine?

Some people are not what they seem,

they’re cunning as foxes and some work as a team.

Do you know who you’re talking to, do you know where they are from,

do you know if they are scamming you from the minute you turn on?

Not everything is as deceiving as the very dark web,

our lives can be improved with the good and positive things that are said.

But best to be safe, so ask if unsure,

keep account on private, don’t open that door.

It’s important to be kind to everyone,

don’t go online to call someone names.

Bullies hide behind their screen like a spider in its web,

waiting for the right opportunity to get inside your head.

So the future can be bright for the youth of today,

it’s not all doom and gloom like what our parents say.

Anthem of Doomed Youth Today

Counting every second thinking I’d be better off gone

Only the silence of grief and sufferings makes you happy

Only the destroyed anger of rapid guns yell

Cannot destroy no more,

Judged every second, sometimes never knowing

Made to feel like a ghost, messing with feelings

Now gone never reappearing

Used to love, used to be happy

Now the cheater runs, no guilt no sadness

Only wanting to end pain not life, just to for peace

What candles can be held to help

They shall never shine nor glimmer for any one

Made to feel un wanted, vulnerable

Only too slowly change

Voices screaming change no will like you!

Too fat work out more

Too skinny eat more

Put make up on you look ugly

Too much make up you’re just a fake

Be more masculine

Be more feminine

They all say, always changing but never being liked

Reopening scars, not healing

Taking anything possible to release the pain

Shred of paper lying on the floor releasing pain on others

No friends no love

And each day passes with the annoyance of shrieks

Only too slowly realize

When dawn turns too dusk, I am better of gone

Closed blinds closed on light I am gone

Now where all angry yells cannot be heard

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