Consent

The age of consent, consent to do what
Consent to have sex, but not to smoke pot
To kill yourself slowly, by inhaling smoke
Yet cannot drink alchohol, its some kind of joke

You can't vote till you're eighteen
(That makes you adult)
Though you can die for your country
Through political fault

You can steal cars to joyride
To maim and to kill
But with whom will the law side
If they're underage still

They can steal from your house
Your car and from shops
They're not often caught
Theres a shortage of cops

And if they're unlucky
And get pulled by the law
They get some do-gooders sympathy
And a smack on the paw

Just who is the victim! who suffers the pain
All they get is a caution, and they're at it again
If they're really hard done by
And the law cracks down hard
They're put into care, and get three weeks abroad

The law is set up, so the guilty must pay
Below the age of consent
Who said crime does not pay?



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-01-05 at 11:08

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Albert
Another of your social justice theme poems and very well said and done. I would write one on the same theme but I am afraid it would not get past the sensors. Not only the underage either, "Shoot Lot The" comes to mind not necessarily in that order.
Regards
Albert
2006-01-05