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The Grip
We’re in the grip of something;
We are not quite sure what.
It’s crew, so strange and shifty,
Is hatching some dark plot.
It once seemed so far from us,
But now starts to inject
Its bigotry and poison
In all it can infect.
It creeps beneath the radar
When attention is elsewhere;
With one grab it conditions
It’s prey inside its lair,
Releasing the...
Wednesday 23rd July 2025 8:59 am

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