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

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A rich man wrapped in rags

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If it is all about the status
and all about the symbol
your success hangs by a thread
you should to listen to what Marley said;
Get rich on life

It’s not about the things that we collect
unless we are counting memories
Lives too short to be making enemies

You’re trying to fill a cup
with a hole in the bottom
Its a pointless exercise
stand up and rectify

Listen to the voice in your heart
Do you need a better car?
What about those in the dirt?
if you’re not true to yourself
you can travel near or far
searching for the status
and searching for the symbol
but if you want to be successful
you might try closer to home
Maybe then you wouldn’t be so regretful
Now there is no need to get tearful
it is never to late
when its your soul at stake
Its time to do what you feel is right
Then maybe you’ll sleep at night

Blackhole In My Belly

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I’ve been forsaken in my hour of need
forsaken due to societies greed
I have nothing left to feed my family
My cupboard and fridge are all empty
The reality of living in poverty
Each day I am getting weaker
My clothes no longer fit as i get thinner
I turn on the tv and hear I am to blame
The doctor has the cheek to tell me I’m insane
Politicians try and say that everything is alright
I now struggle getting out of bed try as i might
I can’t give up the fight for my families sake
but I don’t know how much more I can take

I’m behind on my rent so the debt mans due
I’m getting hopeless now who do i turn to?
missed my signing on date as I was sick
now I have nothing not even mortar or brick
as I lie on the floor comforted only by the cold
life starts to fade I remember what I was told
We are all in this together its a big society
guess its easy to say that when you’re high and mighty
I get it thrown in my face each day and night
they always walk on by like i’m out of sight
soon i wil be just another faceless victim
one of the many let down by this system
my eyes start to close for the very last time
I question the fault of it all could it be mine?