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Behind Bars

I write about what I see…

 

If you don’t want me to see it

Close the TV channels down

 

I write about what I see…

 

If you don’t want me to scroll up and down

Close the internet down

 

I write about what I hear…

 

If you don’t want me to listen

Put all the people behind bars

 

Though I fear, the truth

       May slip through the cracks  

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This is Happening

This is not happening

This you can’t see

The prison cells are filling

Whilst you digest the lies on TV

 

This is not happening

This you can’t see

 

You play deaf dumb and blind

Until you see

 

This is happening

This you can see

Your brother your mother your father

Taken away

Live on TV

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NO RULES IN SPEAKING YOUR MIND OTHER THAN BE FREE

A padded patch piled on another padded patch
And another
Tunnel vision of Rome through a classless square window
Inability to look down side to side or up
Just straight forward
Like a race horse wearing blinkers
Rome looks pretty
Although I see no famous landmarks or Roman architecture to suggest this is rome
I just know
To describe what i see through this square portal is quite impossibl...

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Because  I have the Right

Here I stand with the air in my hand

Wanting to ask a question I’ve held  for so long

It was  important but now it’s gone

And I can’t seem  to remember why I wanted to be called on

An opportunity to touch the world

My opportunity to reach out with a word

An opportunity to be heard

I  know  I wanted to say something profound

To say something that has never been said

Or ju...

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Art Attack

Art Attack.

Kalashnikovs spit deadly hate
Upon the streets of grey Paris.
An art attack, the deadly fate.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.

A sketch of these disturbing times,
twelve martyrs die for liberty.
The clanging of Notre Dames chimes.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.

Bullets of hate will not erase
the sable brush strokes of the free,
dripping red on these bloody days...

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