Poetry
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They shout, they scream, they dare not dream,Their voices stolen by the machine.Inequality strikes like a blade,In streets where broken futures fade.A system born from blood and strife,Feasts upon the poorest life.No more escape in lullabies,Mask your pain behind your eyes.Let them eat bullets, we’re out of bread.The dream is dying. Hope lies dead.
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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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Take a deep breath Take a step back Take a moment….. Take off that mask throw off the disguise Look at yourself through your own eyes Don’t give into the pressure of pliable perception Don’t be a fool and fall for this societal deception Switch off the TV if you really want to see Into…
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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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It is calling me each and every day It calls me at night hard to keep it at bay When I am low and in need it is by my side Waiting to pounce when I lose my stride It stalks me in my darkest hour It grows taller and taller every time I cower…
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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…
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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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Sleep an elusive bedfellow It is stalking me at sunrise These haunting shadows of despair Chanting hymns of desperation A cacophony of frantic cries Drowning all hope and aspiration
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Losing interest in your interests It’s a warning sign you no longer feel fine Empty and numb got you feeling dumb Depression may have you under the thumb Self hating continually cries out in the night Dabble in drink and drugs with silent shrugs Self medicating trying to keep it out of sight Struggles the…
Solidarity Steve 