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Two-Tier Racists

She’s persona non grata

to the two-tier mob,

she just doesn’t matter;

yes, “She should be shot”,

is what that man said,

but that’s mighty fine

in Two-Tier’s head;

no, justice ain’t blind

for those two-tier racists,

see, she’s the wrong colour,

her face just ain’t English;

and her friendship with that fellow

called J.C, a socialist,

is quite beyond the pale,

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England in My Head

I was made in England

And charged with English blood

 

In England born and bred

I’ve got England in my head

 

I’ve walked on English lanes

And breathed in English air

 

It’s English ground I tread

And I’ll be English until I’m dead

 

I’m English through and through

And England lives in me

 

And its English blood that’s in my veins

And an Englishman I...

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The melodic grass

This music,

it makes me want to fall from the water

float in the sky,

stare at those lips

and kiss those green eyes,

drink from the clouds

and jump on the pond

to feel the stars

and gaze at the stones,

 

 

the rythms , the notes

melt my mind

ignite my visible voice

I'm not here nor there

maybe inside a void

 

floating on the blues

maybe its a d...

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začetek / the beginning

Na začetku sem se spraševala, kako ovrednotiti besede in občutke, v tej sivini sem vsako solzo odpisala stran, kot nepomemben člen v enačbi, kot kamenček na makadamski cesti v stari vasi, ni pomembno. Nič več ni pomembno, ker si ne zaslužim čutiti, ker sem spoznala, da si ne zaslužim biti človek, da človek sploh nisem, da krutost ni človeška, ne do sebe – do drugih pa še manj.

Ponoči sem se zna...

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