This poem was inspired by a walk I took the other night while listening to Enemy You. The odd part is the Lord of The Flies was roaming around in my mind before I listened to their LP, which talked about it as well.
They said they didn’t want to go
But they had the wrong reason why
And in they went with imagination unbound
What came out however was something profound
Children shipwrecked on a desert isle
Stranded all without a smile
Odd things began happening after a while
As they walked their lonely mile
Factions and groups began to arise
While others yet began to surmise
But all caught up in a greater game
To which no one could put a name
Like Piggy and the conch of old
The ones who could speak were rather bold
All the rest had no voice at all
Even though they shared the same hall
So when these children were rescued thirteen years later
Their minds and lives had been designed to cater
To someone else’s interests and desires
Feelings of self had long ago been burned on the funeral pyre
Many things were learned walking through that fire
And many boundaries put in place
Like living with a social ire
And being a number, not a face