A very complicated place
Trinkets galore
Increasingly poor
And people expressing with hands not face
Welcome to the island here
Things are better off down here
We go to the shore
I don't know what for
I fear there is something unclear
Welcome to the lower area
A place filled with unbridled hysteria
Buses fly south
I flit about
I'm heading somewhere that's merrier
Welcome to the city, small
No-one can see us at all
Look down at bubblegum
Streaked streets, and the slum
I prepare for my father's downfall
Welcome to our green suburb
Chalk all over our flattened kerbs
Trees all around
Take in the sound
Of cars out the window, all heard
Welcome to my little house
Stay quiet while I whisper out
"Dad I'm home"
Await the drone
Of laughter echoing throughout
Welcome to my homely bed
A place where I pretend I'm dead
Start to sleep
Dreams I'll keep
Inside my overactive head.
OSCAR TOBECK Year 12, Kaikorai Valley College
