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The Unreported Crime

The Unreported Crime

 

     I’ll not forgive,

Not this system of abuse,

For it seems the brightest stars

Be engulfed more ferociously

By the darkness,

     It seems such a waste

And no recovery in sight

While psychologists and

Psychiatrists leave their own

Branding to add to the violence,

     And still the voices

Persist an onslaught that makes

No sense t...

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An Essay On State Sponsored Child Abuse

Ah yes, the sixties! The Beatles, poker dot bikinis, Carnaby Street and Free Love. Yes yes, the sixties with retarded children bum fucked for being put up for adoption! Have I caught your attention oh quiet populous of Britain? Some information came my way some years ago, that children who were put in adoption homes back in the late sixties - early seventies, were experimented on by our own UK Mil...

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The Government Standard

The Government Standard

 

 

     The band didn’t want to play,

They didn’t want to march

Through streets paved with

Gum and fag butts and poverty,

     They didn’t want for glancing

At bloodstains from a

Previous night’s brawl,

They didn’t want for none of it

At all,

 

     But as soon as the note

Struck, they knew their place,

Knew of nothing else

T...

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Tender Hearts!

Tender Hearts

 

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     I prove myself favoured in comedy,

Not even consciously,

Aside from my own wit

There is a clown of a protégé,

Someone for those to howl at,

Someone to grin at

As they pass my ill gait

Walking streets no longer caring,

     And I will never forgive

This curse,

Never forgive the worst

‘They’ made of me!

 

     My guess is, ...

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An Ode To My Bro

Ode To My Bro

A personal homage!

 

     You’re my brother!

And it’s sad that you don’t come round

For offerings of food –

Perhaps a Sunday roast,

It’s always got to be at your home

Or neutral ground,

     And the coldness

Is like that of stone –

Polished to a high degree of status,

But I’m your brother man –

And though we fought like

Cat a...

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