Dystopia Park

This is a poem written by my son Elliot:

Dystopia Park

Once.... I was a boy, who loved playing in the park.

I'd go there on my own, with my brother, with my dog,

That sweet dog, I wish I could hold her in my arms again.

I'd play on the slide, I 'd sit on my bench.

I'd breath the fresh air, and the beautifully scented flowers.

I'd watch the bees buzz by, pollinating the daisies, lavender and roses.

I'd watch the planes fly in the sky.

I'd never join the gang of unruly teenagers, smoking their cigarettes,

Thinking they were so hardcore.... If only they knew how precious the fresh air would become.

Now, I am an old man and my lovely dystopia park 

is watching my every move,

With my dog... this must be number ten by now!

The last four were mail-order test tube pets,

How could this happen?

Like years ago, I'm sitting on my bench,

I'm breathing the filtered air of my gas mask.

The chemtrails dispersing into the atmosphere,

Whilst the febreze sponsored bushes squirt their poisonous perfume...

With a sickening tune.

I'm watching the hybrid GMO 'tracker jackers',

Spreading so much fear....everywhere

Why did the bees have to go?

When did the world go so very wrong?

I wish that I had realised it was already happening when I was a boy...

By Elliot Blyth (12)