Northampton
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St George was a refugee, arrived on a small boat. Travelled from Turkey, he wasn’t an English bloke He didn’t slay dragons, no sword to the throat Shared among cultures, honoured by many folk Wave that flag in anger, time to spread more hate George was an immigrant who met a martyr’s fate St George
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Flag shagger,Who you fighting for?Flag shagger,Not the fucking poor!Fly the flag to mask the shame,Jackboots marching, fascist stain.History crushed your name,We’re ready to fight again!Flag shagger,Who you fighting for?Flag shagger,It’s a class war!Brag you’re brave, you corporate slaveDown on your knees, you grovelBankers cheer as banners wave,You’re just a fascist fossilFlag shagger,Who you fighting for?Flag
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If you’re a one-trick pony, A liar, a cheat, a fraud, a phoney, Blame immigrants.
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Pass the parcel politics Politicians silly tricks Pass the parcel politics Politicians think we’re thick Pass the parcel politics Politicians in a clique Pass the parcel politics Politicians all bootlick Pass the parcel politics Politicians make me sick Pass the parcel politics Politicians are all dicks!
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Long time since I’ve jotted anything down, so it’s a bit shit, but new poem.
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Back in October 2018 I wrote this article, so I am not surprised one bit that another homeless person has died on our streets. Unless the government and the council act there are going to be more, this isn’t something unforeseen which is happening. We knew this was coming, we know there has been hundreds
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Dreaming of a life we can never attain Drinking in big brother convincing ourselves sane Brainwashed on reality TV, fame aint setting in Where did it go wrong, where did it begin? Brought up to believe the world could be ours Told to constantly keep looking at the stars Now it has turned to ash
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Take a walk through my town Down the dark and dirty paths We got no money for street lights There are no wages for street cleaners Peer from the lofty lift tower heights Drink in the run down derelict sights Hear the dereliction of council duty Drunk on their neoliberal counsel booty We have been
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I shall rise like the phoenix in my hour of despair The wounded hopeless hero damaged beyond repair Discarded demented awaiting with bated breath My desperate final stand against the darkness I cry out a cry of shame resigned to my fate Swallowed hole by the sound of my own voice Naive in the illusion
Solidarity Steve 