Spider Web Shadow

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Darkness descending impending self doubt
I scream and I shout but it won’t let out
Run but can’t hide from my mind
Bide for time payback is in kind
Running in circles frantic finds
Memories locked semantic rewinds
Bed sheet skies whispering lies
Daily retries weakening goodbyes

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Helping Hands Help You Stand

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Hello Brothers
Hello Sisters
Hello Comrades

Words with meaning uttered without thought
Thoughts without words resembling nought

What is a Brother?
What is a Sister?
What is a Comrade?

When we say brother does it have meaning
Or do we say it without feeling?
When we say sister does it have meaning
Or do we say it without caring?
When we say comrade does it have meaning
Or do we say it without thinking?

Lost in translation warning to all battle stations
Wide eyed words stay silent stay stunned

Look on Brothers
Look on Sisters
Look on Comrades

There is nothing to see here but my bondage
My suffering screened behind idealogical knowledge
Purity masking your contempt for the concept
This time we need to get it correct

What is a Brother?
It is you, it is me
What is a Sister?
It is her, it is him
What is a Comrade?
It is all of us.

An injury to one is an injury to all
Ignoring our suffering makes us cruel

Think Brother
Think Sister
Think Comrade

Next time you might be the one to fall
You will be caught by your comrades
Sheltered at the side of your sisters
And you shall battle beside your brothers

We are Brothers
We are Sisters
We are Comrades

For we are defined by our joint struggle
These words unite us and give us strength
They are actions never to be held in contempt

Goodbye Brothers
Goodbye Sisters
Goodbye Comrades

Cracked Windscreen Called Life

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Stuck in the fast lane
And going in reverse
Try put the breaks on
It just makes things worse

On the outside looking in
At the end of my journey
When will it begin
I thought I saw an angel
Yet I’m living in sin

Curtains begin to close
We take our final bow
We smash into the verge
Our souls have one last surge

What is left for us to say?
We lived with our regrets
Now come what may.

Narrators Of Hate

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A policy of poverty
Reinforcing racist realities
Brim filled hateful debates
They’re undercutting our rates
A misdirecting narrative
Controlling the flow of debate
Breaking the flood gates
Prepare to drown in our hate

A policy of poverty
Depriving the majority
Driving the desperate death
Starvation with no salvation
Safety net is no safe bet
Food banks a necessity
DWP? Expect thanks
Frog marched to slavery

A policy of poverty
Promoting our inequality
Shaping our animosity
Fueling our rage
While keeping us caged
Taking our hard earned labour
Banking vampires of old
Souls commodities to be sold

A policy of poverty
Enriching a minority
Society shaping kings
Manipulating shadowy empires
Ruling as the elite
Now and then throw us a treat
March to the beat of their drum
If you want to survive the setting sun

Vote For The Hell Party

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The knives are out before the votes are in
Appease those demons if you wanna win
They tell us its just not electable
Water it down make it more palatable

Choose the lesser of two evils
Who cares if they’re both devils

He who pays the party
Calls for the policies
Grassroots is a plucky weed
Nothing gets in the way of greed

Don’t you dare to dream
We have a grand scheme
So if we don’t get our way
There will be hell to pay

Release our snarling Cerberus
Media attack dogs murderous

The Destitue Democracy

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Democracy is in peril my friends
forces greater than you or I
Conspire in the night
They seek to steal it as we slumber

Democracy is in peril my friends
We sleep walk into our fate
A fate of destitution and destruction
Where man and beast are one the same

Democracy is in peril my friends
Power rests in the hands of the minority
While the majority fends in the urban wilds
As the few live in luxury and opulence

Democracy is in peril my friends
Corruption has seeped into our society
The maxim of the age is greed is good
And might is right; we need a Robin Hood

Democracy is in peril my friends
the powerful stand as tyrants
Modern day kings of capitalism
You and I their faithful subjects

Democracy is in danger,
It is on its last legs.

Democracy lies on its deathbed
About to take its final breath
It’s time you found your voice
Before there is nothing left