The Dangers of Conformity- A. Lynch, Year 10

I will be her killer,

The Queen of all the land.

I’ll do the dirty work for her

As soon as she commands.

I will be her scout,

Who travels far and wide,

To search and stop the rebels

Wherever they may hide.

I will be her subject,

For then from her I’m safe.

Who will be her maid?

Whoever wins the race.

But when the sun is set,

And we look up at the stars,

If each sky was the same

We’d forever be apart.

There’d be no North Star to guide us,

No Southern Cross to love,

No Orion with his belt,

That we look to up above.

The sun rises soon enough,

Then my ears hear shouts and screams.

Banners, chants, signs and posters

Fill our dreary streets.

Soon she catches on,

And then they all are crushed.

But one thing I have learned,

They always seem to get back up.

So I go back to her palace,

Where I am safe from harm.

The anger in my restless mind

Settles into calm.

I look around her royal staff,

Their faces blank and clear.

They haven’t seen the outside world,

They stay here out of fear.

Someone must take her down.

That someone will be me.

I know it seems quite daunting,

But it’s easy now, you see.

She sits atop the Parthenon,

Held up by many pillars.

Without supporters she will crumble,

Then I will be her killer.