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Your story does not end in death,for you live beyond that final breath.I can feel you softly in the breeze,and see you dancing with the trees. You’re the stone in the water,the ripple in the pond.I hear you roar above the waveswhen life comes crashing down. You’re the sun that warms the sky,the light that…
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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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The hate pandemicRuns anaemicThis hate pandemicBloody systemic We turn on each other,While they’re left alone.The hatred smothersBreathe the twilight zone. Scapegoating stormtroopers,Marching on hotels.Radicalised shooters,Fallen under spells. A generation lost,A country doomed.Deaf to the cost,Force-fed to consume. This hate pandemicIt’s epidemic.The hate pandemicYou’re pathetic.
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Trapped in a prison of my own delusionEntrapped myself in silent seclusion Smothered in darkness’s cold embrace I disappear without a trace My presence no longer a burden My sanity a curse, a foolish illusion The house collapses around my soul A withered seed that will not grow Fleeing the weeds to find a respite…





