We must all fight for truth and justice,
And not hide behind a shield
Of cowardice and fear.
And never choose to yield.

We must stand up for all that should be,
Though we may be attacked,
But we must never run away.
Our courage must not be cracked.

So our enemies come to us,
As for you we do await.
And we must stand our ground
Against all those full of hate.

Whatever people may t...

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His dad was a toolmaker,

he’s frequently said;

no surprise whatsoever,

that the tool’s now in bed

with foul Rupert Murdoch;

why don’t he just get wed,

to the thing under that rock,

the source of the sewer,

read by a gullible flock,

that rag filled with bile;

justice for the many?

no, not by a mile,

justice for fewer!

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Bread and Roses for All

One swallow will not our glorious summer make,

Nor red-tied frauds, true friends of labouring folk:

No friend of mine can love Apartheid’s yolk,

More swallowed lies, our nation’s heart will break:

Britannia’s future guard, for our Children’s sake,

Compassion’s spirit we must now invoke,

Let zeal for justice fill our Hearts of Oak,

Lest fate make any ...

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Is it important to get recognition
For all our achievements and ambition?
Is it important others know when we are good?
Not have our names dragged through the mud

Is it important for us to be seen,
And have people know just what we mean?
Is it important to be highly praised
And in all perceptions firmly raised?

Is it important to have popularity
To be understood with total clarity?
I...

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We don’t trust them.
Those giants who rule the Earth;
those fallen ones who stole our dominion.

We don’t trust them.
Those royal descendants of “gods”;
those of the divine blood line.

Why should we trust them?
They live in castles even today,
while we still cower in caves.

Why should we trust them?
From days of old,
we die in their wars,
we beg to consume what they own.

Why sh...

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It is not a fable or a fairy tale,

even a child could understand my plea

that is why I speak loudly and vehemently

I am outraged to see

how those who wield power,

supported by uniforms and boots

see us as nincompoops,

weaving narratives of a distorted history

as if nothing had been there

Their very accommodated stories

build paper monuments to their heroes o...

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