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Puppetmasters
We see them on the news most every night,
pontificating, make believe they’re wise.
Myself, I think they talk a load of shite!
Does anybody understand these guys?
They tell us what to do and how to feel,
persuading us they know what’s best for us;
that we should acquiesce and let them deal
with everything, and not create a fuss.
They stroke us like a pet they woul...
Tuesday 29th January 2019 12:04 pm
Winter’s Bite
As evening’s chill descends to icy night,
A plaintive cry rings out a mournful tune
Through trees disguised in coats of wispy white,
To resonate ‘neath iridescent moon.
The heavens fade from blue to vibrant black,
And stars appear, to shimmer distantly,
Illuminating as the wolves attack
Their prey, despite despairing bids to flee.
Then silence shrouds the land and...
Saturday 11th February 2017 3:30 pm
And What Of The Children
And what of the children as yet unborn?
Who speaks out for them and will take their part?
As the world watches the hellbound handcart
Spiralling downwards with future stillborn.
When our great great grandfathers walked the land,
It should have been simple to chart a course
Keeping hold of hopes to husband resource,
But now supply is outstripped by demand.
So what ...
Tuesday 31st May 2016 6:43 am
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