Revolutionary Revelation

Blood flowing steadily progressively on,
through the stream, into the river, the sea and beyond
Man, adulterous fiend, grinning with deceit, nails through his hands, crown on his head
blood at your feet.
A darkening of day turning into night
storms gathering thunderously, stupendous fright.
Bow down in sorrow, cap on your head, pray for forgiveness from now until dead.
Cast into heaven or maybe to hell
Be honest in dealings and fair in ones sell.
When all is done, judgment come thy way, persecuted, hidden, as a needle in hay.
souls will be found from Easter onto may.

LOOKING UP FROM BELOW

I WANT TO BE APATHETIC
BUT I JUST DON'T CARE
I WOULD HAVE A POLITICAL VIEW
BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
I COULD GET A JOB
IF I WASN'T A SLOB
I'VE MADE UP MY MIND
TO SIT ON THE FENCE
I WANT AN OLD CAR
WITHOUT ANY DENTS
I WENT INTO THE LADIES
INSTEAD OF THE GENTS

Crucifixion For Show

reflection squeaky clean, an image we must show

even though we're sinking into the mire, deep in a hole

generosity appears so appealing, yet the costs are rising high, up on the ceiling

political persuasion, pointing to depression, bashing middle classes without any feeling

everyone must pay for governmental decision, own political ends, with personal ambition

changing boundaries, creating a vote, believing any of them, will place you in the boat

the poorest of all suffer the most, being blamed for daring to take from the host

capitalism is ending it's days, coming to a finish, following socialistic views, crumbling to diminish 

excrement is excrement whichever colour they paint it, pretty on the surface, looking not within it

millionaires making money from corrupt decisions, bright blue sky idealism's, sparkling remissions

believers mostly take in all there is on offer, grabbing a bargain in the shop, a pound or a tenner

while the rule maker's change they're lives, extracting what is good,

muggers keep on mugging, boys from the hood.

unemployment rises high for another political game, creating a competitive fight, 

decreasing wage, Tory right, always the bloody same.

eradication of a welfare state leaving poverty in it's place, good looking ministers, smiles on their face

when all has been done and their's no more to say, people will follow people, come what may

ask more questions, seek more knowledge don't give in to them for a bowl of sweet porridge

living apathetically while governments change your lives, will leave you as a slave serving their wives.

future lives in Britain can only get more harsh, one know's we have no say, when they build an Olympic stadium on a marsh.

one small man is stronger with two, five thousand people can change a political view.

crucifying capitalism along with the wealthy, give your lives to being kind and supplement the many

Bethnal Green

Knock it down, Build it up
Pie and mash, Razor Cut
Eels and liquor, Salt beef stew
The real Eastenders
Beat the fuck out of you
Not the Eastend as it is now,But the Eastend as it was then
Boxing clubs all around, hard men in suits, hidden underground,
Foot Soldiers collecting dues, hard bastards, stirring up feuds,
Pawn shops there were a few along with a Population of wealthy Jews, Christian churches, Congregation of gangs, taking prayers then onto gang bangs
Pigs Heads and trotters, hanging in the butchers, Specialised tailors cleaning up sutures.
Racketeering, A percentage taken, leave them some to not leave them broken.
Pay your way or disappear, complete a column underneath Southend pier.
all said and done, there were those good, not involved but understood.
Living lives as good people do, working jobs in the East End Zoo.

Genealogical history

Roman or Greek
Muscleman or Meek
Christian,Muslim or sikh
Whatever flavour bubblegum you chew
naturally historical and true
the family you genealogically knew
Came from a descendant of Jew

SISTERS

Though your distance is far from me
I hear you hurting desperately
I feel your heart break at a quarter to eight
Mine does too but I'm asleep, tired from work and what I ate.
My eyes while shut, heard you sobbing, emptiness your going through
woeful feeling that comes from loss, numbness left since we haven't had you
gone are the day's of joyful play, family noise, from us girls and boys
I made a promise set to keep, that I would not forget them while you sleep
thinking of you everyday, a cherished compassion in your thoughtful way

never will I be without, the thought of you and what your about

a person in half though I be, thank god for my sisters that look out for me.

Think Again

Though a rich man I may be,
Within my life's a cavity,
A hole with which I'll never fill,
The speed of man without the wheel,
The family living over there, work so hard for an equal share,
Unemployed is what they are, without a television,phone or car,
His wife disabled that's no lie,
"Scrounge off the nation all the time"
My neighbours discreetly scowl and stare,"look at They're scruffy face and hair", "They have no money not even shoes", "why should we work to pay their dues",
I thought about this seriously and I can see how judgemental folks can be.
Although disabled that woman is, she washes by hand happily,
no debt or loan do they have by name. no secret fiddling, not on the game.
 If you say I work and pay tax for them, then take your time and think again. There's lots of people with so much cash, especially Cameron with his stash.
if you want to take your anger out, then take it on them with plenty, create a world that shares the wealth, helping those without good health.
Eight millionaires in the cabinet are not good leaders for us all, They don't care about you, they're never likely to share they're money pool.
A country that cuts from the weak, is the poorest country of them all, inhumane, unhappy, with a nasty streak. A man and woman, so desperate for suicide, from a government that's guilty of genocide.