Poetry – Anthem for Fucked Youth

Anthem for Fucked Youth

What bells ring for those who totter vacantly?

Only the monstrous anger of the drunken thugs

Only the machine gun rattle of laughter

Can down the last orders from their mugs

Endless mockeries for them who vacuously stare

In search of laughs and empty pleasure

Bitter rebuke and mindless eyes glare

As their anorexic souls store their pointless treasure

What meaning for those who cruise to enjoy

Not in the bodies of girls, but in their eyes

Glazed dreams of abuse and lies

The gelled hair and dangling shirt

Designer labels and trainered feet

Now lobotomised cattle on the street

Opher 24.3.99

Wilfred Owen is one of my favourite poets. I wrote this poem after making my way through the comatose crowds in the centre of town for whom the purpose of life is merely to attain unconsciousness.

I heard no discussion taking place about the purpose of life. No philosophical discourse. No in depth analysis of prose, poetry or philosophy; no appreciation of book, film or song, just the clatter of high heels, the swagger and sway and the gormless glazed glare.

Like cattle in a field they go instinctively towards their demise.

There was violence, anger and hostility. It reminded me of a battlefield.

These were the days when the bell tolled for last orders and the streets filled with tottering figures looking for a shag, fight or incredibly a curry.

They were a sad and sorry sight – an army of empty-heads. The gas-attack will come as a surprise.

4 thoughts on “Poetry – Anthem for Fucked Youth

  1. No offence meant Opher, but I think the original is better! I do like your last three lines, though. And I understand what you mean; you’ve got your message over.

    If the Darn-Poor Rhymer may be allowed to offer the odd suggestion, I think line 9 would be better if it rhymed with line 12, as in the original. I’d write lines 9 and 10 as:

    What meaning may be there for those who flirt
    Not with the bodies of girls, but with their eyes?

    Line 1 also ought to rhyme with line 3. The best I could come up with was:

    What bells have rung? What music will come after?

    …and then line 4 could become:

    With which they, all together, drain their mugs.

    1. Lol Neil – one cannot compete with a master poet. Wilfred’s one of the best.
      Good suggestions. That certainly would improve it. I’ll have a play around with it. Cheers Neil.

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