This one is not for the faint hearted, so, if your not strong enough, look away now!

 

                                                Freedoms Of…………

 

 

 

            I am just tickling you now,

Saying the thoughts you dare not say and

How fickle of you to excuse the news

            By rubbishing honesty to its face,

            Man, Woman, you’re disgraced and best

Left placed on Anthrax Island till you want

To be a Human Being!

 

 

            It’s not about your politics

Your religion or the gender that you choose,

For unreality kept you blinkered,

Dressed it up as culture,

And the fact is, before all this,

All we knew was peace!

 

 

            You claim you know what’s

Best for Earth whilst following

Lines of indoctrination,

Its nations of lies rehearsed

For you so every angle has you hurt,

Placed within a plot

Boxed stopped and robbed

Outwitted and cremated

Before you’ve lived the life you’ve lost!

 

 

            Then you’ll blame each others

Point of view before looking at yourself,

Before testing of your wealth of character

Before your personality finds truth,

At what cost?

At what cost I ask as I see agile minds

Crippled in their infancy by teachers hiding civil rights?

 

 

You’re a Muslim ding

And a Christian bloody dong

You’re a Catholic felatio,

A Protestant bloody wrong,

You’re an afterthought of killing

Or Semitic born not willing,

You’re Orthodox and fundamental

And all without your choice.

 

 

You’re communist,

You’re capitalist,

You’re democrat

Conservative,

You’re the one who keeps the

Caste on toilet floors for the womb

From which you’re born.

You’re Taliban,

You’re Al Queda,

You’re Yemen’s answer for a favour,

You’re Royalist you’re Loyalist

Republican and Labour

You’re the reason peoples

Battle every neighbour,

You’re each and every opposite

For denial of the truth,

You’re cowards of your own

Design for living lives you didn’t choose,

You’re creating enemies of Border States

While sweeping own back-yards,

You’re passing bills the people hate

To strengthen own resolve.

            You’re Bush’s Old World Order,

            You’re Mugabe’s best of brother,

            You’re Pinochet’s personal saviour

                        You’re Thatcher’s knackered children

                        From schools that never taught you

                        Nor did they reward you,

But sat you all alone,

                        Next to embryo’s in glasses of abortion

                        For a portion of the rule, the whip

                        The slipper and the cane, wake up

                        Wake up and smell the coffee or stay

                        The bloody fool.

                                    You’re your own Police under surveillance

                                                You’re Allah! God!

                                                            You’re Babylonia for a fall

                                                                        You’re Generic License under wraps

This be the Coward that you are.

 

 

In truth,

You’re Power,

Corrupting absolutely

The Good you wished you were,

 

 

 

You’re anchored in the past,

Trying to stretch into the future,

You’re ‘keep a clasp on Empires Days.’

You keep a falsehood in collusion.

 

 

You’re King and Queen

And I’m singing like a tenor,

Spending just a paltry wit

On the tenner I have left.

 

 

I’m bringing flight,

To all injustices that you prescribed to remedy your status,

I’m keen on all the good that could prevail

For Earth is on it’s downward spiral.

 

 

And what you’re not, is able to live your life for following your ‘norm’

A norm sealed signed and blast at you before you were even born,

 

 

What you are,

Is stripped of all your freedom,

And what you’re not, is Lenin, or even better still -

John Lennon - 

 

 

Rest in peace my friend,

And give the man upstairs my hug,

For I miss the freedom and the quiet talk

That exists in paradise,

And let him know Dear John,

Of the casualties on Earth -

Huddled deep in underground

Who sing the thoughts of freedom,

And let him know that despite the indoctrination

That power exacted on our lives,

We know that deep within his name

We have his………..Imagination!

We have his imagination,

Where thought of all we find in purgatory

Is not jailed in his name,

Is not jailed in his name,

Nor in mine

(Nor in ours)

Not in my name,

Not in our name,

            Imagine!

 

 

Michael J Waite 7^th January 2010.