A freshers fair – A poem by Asher Jael

For lovers of autumn and campus culture. If you agree with the sentiment please give it a like and share at the bottom of the page.

A Freshers Fair

A gust is turning the autumn leaves,
To Africa. Leaf warblers have all gone.
Fresher students palpitate in nightclubs
Over ambitious, they swagger along.
The tramp seizes an opportunity
“Excuse me, please, I need a bed”
“Don’t spend it on drugs” they reply out their heads
Since when did students partake in hypocrisy?
Making rules for those out on the streets.

Whilst freshers beat each other over lust
Their soul turns knowingly through the equinox
Coffee stain clothes by running to lessons
In search of word which describe their hearts
Feminist, socialist, vegan or Marxist
Before the lesson, could such love exist?
Now they’ve come to tell you how you should live
Marching along in vegan Doc Martens
Onto number ten… “No, we’ve got none to give”

Again ignorance is bearing its teeth
Rubbing its hands in sweet irony
They’ll buy paints for placards to demand change
Letting others go hungry the very same day
It seems these days everyone’s got something to say
Is social change vogue or here to stay?

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