We
gave great kid…
At
least that much we know as true…
We
are the few
The
privileged
The
rotten core of the camera’s eye
Innocence
has long been dead
Traded
in for the fifteen minutes that got us here
Innocence
lies dying
In
a golden pit of love deposed
Victims
to the shutterbug
Strengthening
its venom
With
each million dollar pose and seductive stare
Yet
I find it all too severe
That
no one ever warned us
Of
the violence in a pout
That instantly purged the air
Hope
is but a scapegoat for the common type
Not
for those born unto the spoon of silver
For
it’s those like us
That
society loves until it fears
For
it’s kids like us
Society
loves to see self-destruct,
Always
enjoying the ruin we predictably wear
nice....the violence in a pout...pandering cameras, the spotlight is def not always kind, live by it, die by it and fame is ever fleeting....hope is but a scapegoat....nice last stanza man
ReplyDeleteYeah that is very true, for ones 15 minutes they let lots of nasty crap come due. And for society it does seem if you do something good they cheer you for a few minutes and you fade away but then you do something bad and you're remembered forever and sometimes they even cheer you louder, pretty pathetic.
ReplyDeleteAwesome reading. Interesting piece seemingly on child actors who grow into teenagers and have ruined their lives through reckless living. On the side, it also makes me think of the rich and famous -- how their ruination are often fascinating to follow.
ReplyDeleteThe first two lines stick in the mind -- "we gave great kid" -- and after reading the whole poem, I think it means to admit that "we" provide entertainment, amusement.
Love the title. "Star Burnt Trophy Children" a expression that nails it of those it refers to.
I love the power of this! Excellent write, Fred.
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