Poem -
The umbrella moon
Under the umbrella moon
I saw a girl despair
Above the sour apple tree
I knew something wasn’t there
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Where could it be; I thought aloud
And those nearby me heard
A head tossed over shoulder
A frown – don’t say a word
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The unbeknown, the silent voice
Spoke words I dare not write
The page – a blank
The stage – the same
For neither would they fight
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Doth the chalkboard speak to them
From under the apple tree it grew
The umbrella moon – a sweet perfume
That few of us knew
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To be the silent voice
That articulates dismay
How on earth we reach this verge
Then slip – and fall away?
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Hi,
Yes, sure. Here in Australia we're suffering from a Nanny State Mentality where Government for the people means Government knows what is best for the people. A 20% sugar tax for instance, is being bandied about. I write a bit these days about freedom and the people having their rights taken away in the name of security. This poem is about a fear to speak our mind in case what we say may hurt or offend - hence the term "a silent voice." We need open debate, not 'one way' but many.
Cassie Jaye came to Australia recently. She was hounded down by the media here - an example of some being unwilling to accept or hear the view of the many.
Take care,
Owen.
Footnote to Charlotte:Â
The umbrella keeps the light of the moon out, like the voice some of us don't wish to hear.
And the sour apple is the way society views free expression today. The apple once was ripe but has since soured.
Cheers!Â