Down In The Hole
Down In The Hole
I was sixteen, they threw me down the hole,
I stood in darkness, breathing in the dust
while learning who I could and couldn’t trust
in this black new empire of worm and mole.
My dad said it was this life or the dole -
if our family was to earn a crust
then I would have to work until I bust
and sacrifice ambition, heart and soul.
Years of hardship f...
Sunday 8th January 2017 1:23 pm
Marks In The Sand
Marks In The Sand
Sitting in his ivory tower,
built on the sweat,
blood and bones
of those who helped him
build it – then, when they
had served their purpose,
sacrificed on the
gleaming altar of greed.
High ambition in this
glass and steel Babylon,
where His armies
were to take over the world.
Britannia slain but defiant
drops ...
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