I see the ugly face of hatred rising up again
Fascist hardened people within their hidden frown
Pretending to be a friend waiting for a call
From the likewise minded fascists, hear the right wing call
England they are calling,Deutschland, Nederland, Francaise
The day of the Wordly Third Reichts close
terrible days are near.
Stand and fight against them, remember World War Two
Join your Christian, Muslim, Friends
Black and Asian too,
not forgetting anyone, especially not the Jew
all be one together and fight to free the slaves
Take us to a new world of peacefully friendly days
Forever is a dream, a dream that will be true
Remember on, be good in heart
Shy away from the fascist youth
Do not believe the bad untruth
Thursday, 26 July 2012
The Rise of Fascist days
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
Home Alone
I have a sinking feeling, I may be quite alone
No one around me, sitting here on my own
Love has gone and left me, children have all grown
Wife has aged and passed away, now there is but none.
One look in the mirror, who's that looking back?
An old wrinkled face on a person once called Jack
Memories delude me, forgotten things once was
Fading into nothingness, once important lost.
Still I am quite happy, have some help with care
look at pretty carer's face, look but do not stare.
I had a Triumph motorbike, twenty two years or more,
it has since been scrapped could not ride it anymore.
I'm a hundred year old chap my fingers are quite sore.
I'd like to go shopping but my legs are far too weak,
I remember my children home and playing hide and seek,
I don't know how long I have left upon this land of plenty
Yet I do not want to carry on until I'm a hundred and twenty.
No one around me, sitting here on my own
Love has gone and left me, children have all grown
Wife has aged and passed away, now there is but none.
One look in the mirror, who's that looking back?
An old wrinkled face on a person once called Jack
Memories delude me, forgotten things once was
Fading into nothingness, once important lost.
Still I am quite happy, have some help with care
look at pretty carer's face, look but do not stare.
I had a Triumph motorbike, twenty two years or more,
it has since been scrapped could not ride it anymore.
I'm a hundred year old chap my fingers are quite sore.
I'd like to go shopping but my legs are far too weak,
I remember my children home and playing hide and seek,
I don't know how long I have left upon this land of plenty
Yet I do not want to carry on until I'm a hundred and twenty.
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
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