BRITISH SECRET HISTORY

 

 

                        Nineteen seventy-seven,

A competition for kids on housing estates,

Beaten and battered

Singing God Save the Queen –

And lo behold – pain from the sixties crowd,

If flags are not waved for her Majesty’s Reign.

 

            Beaten and battered and soon to be scattered,

Carrying bullets of freedom – those muskets of lame.

 

            Nineteen – ninety,

And op after op, tour after tour, takes

Children of courage to deserts of Gold,

But who behind curtains while weapons drills

Taught, are the Colonels and Generals,

The Actors and Players, of which country of origin

And who without guilt,

Treasures the boys in the blonde

With Uniform and boots.

 

            How bold and brave and professional,

Is a soldier that harbours the keeping of secrets,

With ABA clearance and a sniff of corruption;

The sending to battle the soldier diseased?

            A championship battle of insolence

And carnage, not fully knowing they’re already dead,

And gaining of medals and victory parades,

All deceit of their manhood;

A smiling of pride while infected with Aids.

 

            Now Australia - a land of beauty and awe;

Keeps sanctuary for soldiers - now knowing the truth,

And each fallen contaminant wonders

While children and wives are told

Not to talk,

            And still the carnage continues,

And rumbles of secrecy keep the men

Clothed, in uniforms of convicts

Their parents disowned.

 

            The Medics from Hereford

Collude with disgust, briefing the Health

Service of all that are took,

And still behind lies are the ‘in confidence’

Markings, until finally evidence is shred,

And all are chased while the blood curdles

A grin, taking the soldier who

Was lied to, just to be sinned,

And experiments continue,

And nobody knows of the soldier

Sold virtue, and passively all now beckon

A bullet, while wanting so desperately

To make love to their wives.

 

Drugging up soldiers is your only excuse,

Then you claim they do it themselves,

And the next generation are soon to be hatched,

Batched off to war,

            Just to claim pride and respect

From their peers, peers of the paedophile

Who take children, HATE WITH A VENGEANCE

THEIR INNOCENT TALK.

 

            And the towns offer pawn shops

For the poverty stricken, while pornography

Is all the hero’s can boast,

And the charity of OZ is the Sanctuary of

Souls, those brave men in uniform

Now blasted as coward,

Not knowing their life be experiment

Of hell.

 

            How are YOU with your

‘Medical In Confidence – ABA’ clearance?

When you keep fellow comrades

Crying in shame,

Keeping it secret like

Guilty the Teacher – continuing hate,

Hate for our children from housing estates.

 

THE BBC,

EALING BROADWAY

PINEWOOD STUIDOS

AND ALL DRAMATIC SECRET INTENT,

These men you have punished served Britain in Faith,

They were not the victors,

They were not the struggle to depose of a tyrant,

But the product of TYRANNY itself.

 

            We liberated Kuwait

And died in sorrow,

As an experiment of evil,

And Kylie – an Angel who offers

Love from the Continent Britain

Once used as a prison,

Cries every mans sadness for their

Lives that were taken;

            EACH HETEROSEXUAL RAPED BEFORE GOD!

 

Wave your flags this day, for Britains Sordid History!

 

Michael J Waite 29^th April 2011.

My sons first birthday, but are the NHS hiding his status?