Today, I’m re-sharing an old favourite of mine. The harmless clowns may not be showing up these days, but the dangerous ones are still out there. Can you recognize them?
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There are Clowns,
Among the trees,
In fields and bushes,
Where nobody sees.
There are Clowns,
Out for the young,
Bent on killing their songs,
Long before they are sung.
There are Clowns,
Outside of the school,
Their hellish grins asking,
Just who is the fool?
But there are Clowns in police cars,
And Clowns in the courts,
Clowns on the TV,
Reading news reports.
There are Clowns on the left,
And Clowns on the right,
Clowns that will lie to you,
Or tell you to fight.
There are Clowns in the papers,
And Clowns at the prow,
Of our ship as we ponder,
Where we’re to go now.
There are Clowns who will promise,
Everything is fine,
And Clowns who will tell you,
Not to waste your time.
Clowns that will claim,
It’s all under control,
But those Clowns are demure,
When it’s time to console.
There are Clowns on the streets,
Clowns under our beds,
Clowns running our countries,
Clowns filling our heads.
Yes there are Clowns,
In all sorts of places,
But the Clowns I fear most,
Do not paint their faces.
This poem was inspired by the recent ‘Time’ Article by Violent J, which you can read here (Link).
-Brad OH Inc.
Brad OH Inc. 