‘The Man On The Wall’ A man lay on a wall, But he wasn’t really a man at all, In a dark black jacket and pinstriped breeches, And a peaceful look upon his features, As if asleep on the low brick wall, But he wasn’t really a man at all. But a thing from away beyond the stars, A thing without faults or marks or scars, So unlike the human race That spoilt the earth at such a pace, And used up all it had to give, Before they had a chance to live, But now they’ve pushed it round the bend, And the man has come to cause their end. But the man just lay upon the wall, Not speaking or looking or moving at all, In this dying world with no solution, Caused by Wars and over pollution, It was time to end this silly errand, Of these simple beings having self command, And attempt to save this dying land, Before matters got out of hand. And leaning silently against the wall, Waiting for its masters call, A jet black umbrella to fly him away, Away from this world of death and decay, And a dull, brown briefcase with great power within, To punish mankind for all its sin, To make them pay for what they’d done, And erase them all.... every last one!
By Matthew Cuff, Year 9
Published on Jul 5, 2013