I’d Die For Peace – Max aged 16

What my 16 year old does when the internet is down SO PROUD!
Read it in RAP style….

I Would die for our world
I wouldnt die for ‘australia’
Would die for peace
I wouldn’t die for any ‘saviour’
Would die for a compassionate society
Would die for a world that’s violence free
Now That was a paradox …

Imagine
Not having to worry about buying new locks
If the guy walking in the store has a glock
Not having to need an organisation like doc’s
Respecting our people even if they wear crocs
Ahaha
A society to respect life and nurture.
Is what i seek.
Not neglect strife and torture.
Is what I plea
I just want to escape all of this and flee
We’re old enough. We’re evolved enough, we’re bold enough, We havent even solved enough yet to even begin this rat race, so why do we feel like we’re at an ending pace like we’re all fat running in last place, we should be all in the same predators chase, ready to pounce on unity of life as humankinds first prize taste
Not to lose resources on coming an individuals first it seems a waste
Like these people have some sort of blood thirst
To hurt to work to serve to curve ignorance into tolerance you like to Change ignorance to
Relevance. It’s not relevant plain and simple
Like your small tiny mind with views developed from miss cheneys nipple
You’re the bigoted scum that deserve to be crippled
Not the innocent souls that deserve love triple
Your views need to be sent back to any period before water could ripple
You fear us, so you fill us with fear.
Its a campaign just open your ears
The media isn’t a wise seer
The end is near the end is near
they’ll make SURE  you buy more fear

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

29 thoughts on “I’d Die For Peace – Max aged 16

    1. I’m trying to get his sister to sing his songs…he might do it at some stage but he doesn’t think his voice is the right sound… he’s in a screamer band as the bass guitarist so he reckons he is a background artist HA that is not what I think!

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  1. Max, i had more to say, as usual, but my server keeps giving me the boot, so we’ll see what happens. When a kid writes a poem, whether he’s a teenager or a kid -kid,9 times out of 10, adults will focus on his age, I think that’s the human way, We are not quite sure what we really remmember about being little, and we hope that we are learing enough grace to be old, But 16! Now, that’s a year – not because everyone gets big. Tons of boys do that at 17 and 18.
    It’s this, I think, which you did very well: as the tree you climbed got bigger and bigger, the scope of your thinking also got bigger. It extended past the places
    16-year-olds usually go. I felt that you were sort of retracing the origins of one paricular thread and it was exciting to see how far you could go under your own steam. There at the end, I got a sense (just a sense) of the man you are becoming,
    Thanks for saring your work.

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