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Hi friends,

Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome.

I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild,
I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time.
Please come back from time to time and read some more.
I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read.

Have a nice day.


William Sinclair Manson.


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THE ONLY WAY THEY KNOW.

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Born in a World of hate
guns and knives the way
nothing to look forward to
except horror every day.
Ethnic groups everywhere
fighting for their right
looking after their families
every day and night
Days and nights in fear
wondering when it will come
not living in a fairytale
far from a beating drum.
Children as young as five
carrying weapons to kill
education not an option
edging for blood to spill.
Parents in jail or dead
no one to discipline the young
left in a world of commotion
whistling the tune as its sung.
What is the answer?
no one seems to know
just statistics to quote
as the hatred feeds to grow.
We are all to blame
safe in our own little World
forgetting whats really going on
while carnage and fighting unfurled.
Look around what do you see?
the youth ,going nowhere
brushed under the carpet
in a place were life isn't fair.

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CHILDREN OF WAR.

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Born in a World of hate
guns and knives the way
nothing to look forward to
except horror every day.
Ethnic groups everywhere
fighting for their right
looking after their families
every day and night
Days and nights in fear
wondering when it will come
not living in a fairy tale
far from a beating drum.
Children as young as five
carrying weapons to kill
education not an option
edging for blood to spill.
Parents in jail or dead
no one to discipline the young
left in a world of commotion
whistling the tune as its sung.
What is the answer?
no one seems to know
just statistics to quote
as the hatred feeds to grow.
We are all to blame
safe in our own little World
forgetting whats really going on
while carnage and fighting unfurled.
Look around what do you see?
the youth ,going nowhere
brushed under the carpet
in a place were life isn't fair.

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OPPOSITES

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You love, you hate
your up, your down
your in, your out
you smile, you frown.
You laugh, you cry
you see, your blind
you eat, you starve
you lose, you find.
You scream, your mute
you come, or go
your happy, your sad
you die or grow.
You like, you loathe
your free, your in chains
you think, you imagine
you use your brains.
you promote, you ignore
you get up, you fall down
you keep a poker face
you float, or you drown.
you smile, you frown
you give, you take
your either a real person
or merely a fake.
you rise, you fall
you war, or like peace
you enter, you leave
you start, or you cease.
you swim, or you sink
you walk, you run
you are either serious
or prefer to have fun.

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A WALK IN THE PARK

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Trees of beauty growing wild
a family with a little child
weather fabulous lovely and mild
bushes trimmed and beautifully styled.
Dogs of all sizes chasing balls
the fun fair is out, with candy floss stalls
Green keeper busy, doing his rounds
fish ponds cloudy, bubbling sounds.
A blissful place on a beautiful day
the smell of cut grass the aroma will stay
picnics everywhere, bumbling bees
waving them off towards the trees
blankets full of tasty delights
dad and son playing toy fights.
couples hugging, kids in pools
Authorities present using their tools.
beautiful land full of green
it has to be appreciated, has to be seen.

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MISS NOBODY.

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She walks the streets of London
Her hair matted,like straw and dry
a face yellow and jaundiced
It would make a fellow human cry.
No one dares to approach her
She scowls and roars like a bear
This is her defence for survival
gullible, no defence, unfair.
Begging at every street corner
trying to survive by day
no one ever communicates
theres nothing they want to say.
She walks all day, sleeps at night
One eye open all the time
did this girl deserve this life?
now involved with crimes?
An existence going sadly unnoticed
Everyone would pass her in disgust
How could anyone live this way?
in the depths of despair she is thrust..
Labelled without even knowing her
Assumptions made by the way she appears
Maybe the reason she lives this way
Could be something in her past she fears?
No one bothered, no one cared
as she ploughed on with her life
no kind word, no respect
just pain that cuts with a knife.
An occasional persons stops to talk
as she mutters under her breath
too scared, too tired to acknowledge the kindness
all she…

LIVING ON THE BREADLINE.

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These days we often worry 
whether we can eat or not
bills piling up high
little money in the pot.
nowadays bills come first
as we try to rob Peter to pay Paul
children are going hungry
even the mighty can sometimes fall.
Governments screw the poor
taxes have to be paid
the rich always get richer
as the breadline is often made.
Hard working families deteriorate
luxuries are very rare
children do not understand
why the table is bare.
As the Years come and go
we wonder will things get better?
prices rise, money is tight
it's a World for the young trend setter.
Jobs are hard to come by
benefits are into reform
but it's always the working class
who suffer its the norm.
What is left for our Children?
when little or no work is around
even for the highly educated
in menial jobs are bound.
We have to live in hope
be positive every day
you get your say at voting time
but does the public get their way?.

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THE PAIN WE BEAR.

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Silence in the room
is what you require
your head is spinning
you start to perspire.
Alone in the dark
the pain is immense
nothing is helping
no matter the expense
Feeling sick
you cannot relax
round and round it circles
migraine at its max.
Certian foods you eat
can make it worse
this horror in your body
a satanic curse.
You cannot see anyone
you need to be secluded
the slightest noise
terrifies the alluded.
Eventually the pain
starts to depreciate
you can face the light
from the window grate.
You can cope with pain
but migraines bring you down
you cannot do anything
except you will drown.

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THE WAY OF THE WITCH.

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Darkness falls upon the village
were birds don't sing anymore
except the odd owl hooting loudly
and the shriek of the rampant wild boar.
The last person lived till ninety four
the rest died before they were twenty
caused by a witch burned to the stake
after her they died a plenty.
Who was this woman? why was she killed?
only a few had known
they say she practised witchcraft by night
from her cottage were spells were grown.
She lived alone with her cat
he was as black as night
into the small witching hours
you heard him screech and fight.
Smoke came from the chimney stack
colors vibrant with light
to the naked eye one could see
figures floating so bright.
Tall figures short figures animal like
were born from the color of gold
hardly a soul lived to tell
the story of darkness untold.
What were those figures why were they here?
only the lady knew why
all that was known that each new night
figures were born in the sky.
Disappearing into the night
no one knew were they would go
or the purpose of their birth
no light…

MANCHESTER "UNITED"

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Manchester we cry for you
we mourn your terrible loss
no reason why you died
its understanding you are cross.

Children as young as eight
lost their lives that night
it beggars any belief
we know it is not right.

Mothers, sisters fathers and sons
struck on that fateful day
Their families beside themselves
all they could do was pray.

Senseless murder of humanity
by a faction with evil intent.
the only thing on their minds
is ending lives unspent.

We know you will carry on
and will not let them win
the treacherous bomber will go to hell
and suffer for his sin.

The people who lost their lives
will always be on our mind
the fathers and the mothers
the innocent and kind.

We hope you are now happy
in a paradise we know is real
a place were you will be appreciated
to love and openly feel.

Manchester we are with you
as you go about your day
terrorism will never beat you
nor will the terrible foray.



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REMEMBRANCE

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It's the outbreak of War
humanity is scared
a time for hurt
no one prepared.
Marching Soldiers
Machines that kill
fired upon people
shooting at will.
Races wiped out
at the click of a gun
tears and sadness
under the sun.
An army of hate
towards your fellow man
they try to hide
the children ran.
Soldiers on orders
killing all ages
rifles at the ready
bombs set with gauges.
Never forget
the millions who died
killed because of race
the people surprised.

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TORN.

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I cannot live like this for long
not being able to have my own child
I often dream of what might be
if my life had been properly styled!
The opportunity came for me
I couldn't resist this chance
perhaps this would be the end of me
a phase, a passing glance.
Erika was the only life I had known
I couldn't help what I did
her parents must have been frantic
when their daughter I kidnapped and hid.
Five years passed Erika was now 12
she only spoke of her parents for a year
and each time she had mentioned them
I couldn't hide a tear.
She was my life it was complete
it lasted until she had met
her real mother at the shopping mall
who recognized her instantly I bet.
The Police were all over my home
her father was puzzled and shocked
what was happening to my family?
the mystery had now become unlocked.
I did not care for her moms feelings
I was only interested in me
I knew my life would be happy
its all I imagined it to be.
But now I am all alone
with a room filled with bars
I never imagined just how they would…

TO DIE AND LIVE AGAIN.

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Delicate flowers
swaying freely
amid a windy backdrop
slight protection
behind a broken wall
being saved by stone
sunshine opening buds
swollen by the heat
desperate to bloom
petals still strong
newly formed.
Morning dew evident
now splattered on the wall
flowers now grouped
feeling stronger in numbers
wind dying down
aroma in the air
flowers now still
content, happy
closing for the night
ready to face
another day.
Birds pecking at petals
bees buzzing around pollen
flowers dying down
turning brown
determined to grow again
seeds carried for miles
by hungry birds
or blown by the wind
landing in another place
sheltered, protected
Spring comes again
flowers now in growth
spreading more joy
cascading colors
beauty beyond scope
in an empty space
now filled with brightness
admired by passers by.


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NIGHT OUT.

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Does my bum look big
in this here dress?
is my hair ok
or is it a mess?
What time are we due
at the restaurant tonight?
you booked it for seven?
that wasn't too bright!
Only four hours to go
to do my face
shave my legs
I need some space!.
while I'm getting ready
can you feed the dogs?
put the cat out?
bring in some logs!?
Empty the dustbin
tend to the kids
dry the dishes
pots and lids.
Why are YOU not ready yet?
I've been ready for hours
your not even dressed yet
thanks for the flowers.
What have you been doing?
while I was getting dressed?
having a nap?
no wonder I'm stressed.
The cab's here already!
where has the time went?
I got ready in 4 hours
time has been well spent!



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YOUR TOUCH.

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Your touch is like silk on my body
feelings I have are of love
your lips taste of golden honey
you fit my hand like a glove.

When the sun comes up your alive
your eyes are like diamonds in the dark
your personality shines like a torch
bright and alert as a lark.

Darling your my salvation
destiny brought you my way
each morning I awaken with you
is a brand new exciting day.

Our love is like a steam train
never stopping for man or beast
without you my World is empty
an ocular grand feast.

Be in my life forever
and always say I love you
you have my undying friendship
how can I ever be blue.


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THE BARGE

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Icy cold winds
batters the sides
the boat is trembling
as the barge wildly glides.
Its our watery home
we have known no other
never settled on land
never wanted to bother.
Living is simple
making a bob or two
gliding on canals
with our son as our crew.
Fuel increases
but we sail away
our home on the water
gets better each day.
Transporting goods
from place to place
tons of room
loads of space.
We wouldn't change
this way of living
free of stress
and so much giving.
The barge is our sanctuary
may she live on
when buildings and land
have eventually gone.


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THE LIFEBOAT.

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The waves dashed fiercely
bodies tossed heads up
all alone a singular vessel
like a wild straying pup.
Thirteen souls afloat
in a wooden sanctuary
not knowing were it was going
no one knew what day.
No food or supplies had been saved
just people still in a trance
from the old to the young
thrown together in circumstance.
The ship had sunk days ago
the lifeboats went down bar one
only one remained intact
floating in the blazing sun.
One man had taken charge
as excitement dulled common sense
the female passengers crying
no one coming to their defence.
He tried to gather order
as screams of terror flew
this was in desperation
from a terrified motley crew.
Injured people holding wounds
crying with pain
others tried to comfort them
battered by the rain.
For many days they travelled
praying they would sight land
patience and good fortune
witnessed by the slight of hand.
Out of all the ships passengers
only thirteen would survive
starving and half dead
lucky to be alive.
Eventually land had been sighted
for some they would neve…

EXPRESSIONLESS.

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You search till there isn't any places
look around at expressionless faces
look to man for his own disgraces
naked women , only covered in laces.
Children s laughter is filling the air
when your older, nothing is fair
keeping youthful without a tear
trying out your past, but nothing is there.
Knock at the door and you will find
people who are meek, loving, and kind
no enemy to beat, dazzle, or blind
no hands bleeding, no bandage to bind
The heart captures love, passion, truth
the body alive, encapsulated, aloof
there isn't a lie, you don't need the proof
or a fairy to take away the tooth.
A feeling of strength, nowhere to hide
forget the pitiful, embrace your pride
follow the stream ,to the ultimate tide
fly high to the clouds, and glide
Trust your fellow man, conquer all fear
dodge the bullet, or a sharp spear
keep it under control, hold whats dear
every man has feelings, and will shed a tear
Promises kept, sometimes promises lost
fearful shadows in counting the cost
feeling the ice, but avoiding …

ANTI SOCIAL BEHAVIOUR.

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Muggings rife ,old folks scared
murder is common, issues flared
alcohol rampant, drugs abused
jails full of people guilty, accused.
Shopkeepers terrified, windows barred
faces all torn ,ripped, or scarred
children hanging around Town all night
confronting  people causing a fight.
Young girls drinking causing a fuss
language rife when on the bus
little kids learning this is the way
adults all tutting  but wont say.
Anti- social behaviour alive in our day
people are nervous scared of foray
Police overstretched, taxes are high
does anyone care? except you and I?




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EVERYBODY NEEDS!

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Everybody needs sunshine
for spirits to glow
and positive attitudes
for stamina to grow.
Everybody needs food or we don't survive
be it vegetables, meat or fruit
its nice to have a choice these days
some products can be substitute.
Everybody needs to be loved in this life
feel wanted, and given a hug
its part of the ritual of mankind
bitten by a beautiful bug.
Everybody needs companionship
say  "hello" to a stranger passing by
kindness costs nothing a vocal sound
and a courteous glance with your eye.
Everybody needs civility
even when your not in the mood
smile as you go through your day
your attitude can do some good.
Everyone needs each other
or else what is the use?
so thank your lucky stars for love
and forget the normal excuse.
Everybody needs a good old vent
to get the bad things out
raise your arms, cry out loud
verbally scream and shout.


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WAS IT WORTH IT?

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She knew the day would finally come
when McGregor would predominantly fall
his lifestyle and his love of liquor
was an issue and not the least small.
At an early age he hit the booze
not knowing any other life
no one imagined the reason at all
he had time to take on a wife?.
Mary was delicate and petite to a point
she was invisible for the eye to see
just why she took on this massive task
she was within her rights to flee.
She tried in vain to change McGregor
but old habits died very hard
even producing five handsome sons
with another one on the cards..
The violence came, the abuse started
this petite flower was duly drained
scared when he eventually came home
their marriage was now strained.
His womanising and alcohol addiction
finally came to a head
his antics and blackouts
eventually he would be dead.
Mary watched as her lover detached
from her and all of their kin
McGregor wanted nothing from them
just booze, even raked the bin.
Eventually the old man died
and on his tomb it said
"being dependant on booze…

IF

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If I was the moon
I'd shine on your path
take care of the evil
give them my wrath.
If I was the sea
I would carry you for miles
protect you from sharks
drown in your smiles.
If I was God
I would forgive all sinners
force mankind to love
make everyone winners.
If I was rich
I would buy you flowers
give money to the poor
with champagne and showers.
If I was telepathic
I would read your mind
root out all your despair
and make negativity kind.
If I was an insect
I would probably be
a busy wee ant
scrounging and free..
If I was an animal
I would like to be
a roaring Lion
fearing me.
If I was a car
I would be very fast
leaving the dust behind me
having a blast.
If I was a bird
I would soar in the sky
enjoy all the views
and people passing by.
If I was a horse
I would run forever
then eat hay at night
to be proud and clever.
If I was a ship
I would be on a cruise
lap up the sun
enjoying the booze!
If I was the sun
I would shine on all of you
because you are special
unique through and through.

WORRY WORRY.

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In life we have to make choices
sometimes right or wrong, it depends
but we are the ones who suffer
wrong decisions, never ends.
We have all made mistakes in this life
without them we wouldn't be normal
sacrifices we always make
be it for real or sometimes informal.
So why do people get upset
when clearly they know it hurts you?
wrapped up in their own little World
like glass you can see through.
Be it for real or maybe by chance
that it can affect all but you
circumstance will dictate the outcome
this will indeed ring true..
Set aside selfishness in your life
people can thrive on the past
remember one chance is all you get
live life to the full and have a blast.
Worry has always been a human trait
sadness can thrive in a lonely heart
its better to treat others with respect
be yourself and that's a good start.

LOVE LETTERS.

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I recall the letters you sent me
when I was just a lad
perfumed colour paper
made my senses mad. The love you put into words
brought tears to my eyes
at the end of every letter
you left a beautiful surprise. Fighting made it harder
never knowing if I would live
your words made me determined
the comfort it would give. The war bloody and merciless
friends dying in their droves
all I could smell was perfume
and the pungent smell of cloves. For many weeks nothing came
I felt sad and alone
desperate for your words
dreaming on my own. When the mail finally arrived
my heart would pound wild
you are my one and only
my beautiful sweet child. The war had finally ended
very soon we would be as one
memories are still vivid
as we sit beneath the sun. Your letters kept me alive
spiritually you were with me
even when all around was tragic
you always made me free.

WHAT IS POETRY.

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I write poems
thats a fact
they always rhyme
can't help that. Everyone has a style
that makes it cool
from free flow to sonnets
there is no rule. It depends on the writer
what he/she records
everyone works
on their own accords. Some like poetry intense
some like it light
there are no rules
no need to fight. You write from the heart
if you feel the need
stretch your imagination
no limits you heed. Poetry is an escape
to live another life
escape to the study
dodge the wife. We write what we feel
Dependant of the time
it can be of love
or a major crime. Whatever we write
we hope you enjoy
for some its their life
from a girl or boy. Why not give it a bash
let your juices flow
put pen to paper
and let it go.

HUMAN TRAFFICKING.

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lulled into a false sense of security
taken from a home they know
promises of a life of money
a chance to make them grow. Everything paid for and more
from poverty to a good life
"you will want for nothing"
you can also bring your wife! Crushed in pokey vans
with little or no air
driven to tiny squats
no one will even care. Uneducated young children
brought to a strange place
who will ever miss them?
kids fallen from grace. Used for cheap labour
for companies who don't ask why
groomed for prostitution
no protection will apply. What are the Government doing?
to end this illegal act
never went through immigration
no dignity intact. Thousands of people kidnapped
expecting a life so good
the choice of accommodation
the promise of substantial food. The horror of this act
is aired in public voice
but still it always happens
sometimes with no choice.

MAKE IT EASY ON YOURSELF.

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Embers glowing on the log fire
still have to work when you want to retire
the squeaking noise on the church spire
your needs are great by mine are dire.
The leaves are fallin off the beautiful tree
the flowers are devoid of the bumble bee
the winds are howling in a whistling spree
your coming home soon to be with me.
The meal is ready so just sit down
and take away that solemn frown
you may sink in the water but you will never drown
Long live the King and his well fitted crown.
The day is long but the night is forever
you may think your dumb but I know your clever
when your ready to go or it might be whenever
Your head is intact but some want it to sever.
The grass is green but is it on the other side?
you want to say sorry but you think of your pride
your on the cliff edge its about to subside
I love you my dear will you be my bride?
I want you to be happy there's no other way
awake from your slumber face a bright new day
your opinion is precious no one can sway
Is it made of concrete or just out of cl…

MY SECRET WISH.

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My secret wish
is to end all wars
banish the things
that I abhor.
Help the starving
stop children crying
banish all traces
of the sick and dying.
Allow animals to survive
without being hunted
people fleeing from countries
transported and shunted.
Respect the elderly
give them a voice
give fellow man
a reasonable choice.
Look after our planet
keep loving green
the tired and homeless
should be seen.
End all poverty
make everyone rich
from people in mansions
to the man in the ditch,
Learn to live together
stop hunger and greed
make food available
for humans to feed.
Trust in your brother
give them a say
love your sister
be they straight or gay
My secret wish
is for all the above
so before its too late
share the love.
What is Your secret wish?

YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW.

Kiss the girls
make them cry
tell the truth
never lie.
Offer your heart
bare your soul
make life a winner
achieve your goal.
Live for the day
when all will be well
a loving World
who can tell?
End all hate
and bigotry
unite as one
harmoniously.
Care about children
watch them grow
take care of others
you reap what you sow!
Worry about our climate
don't leave it to chance
look after our Earth
make it grow and enhance.
Respect your elders
nurture the good
remember the starving
dying for food!
Share the wealth
end poverty
you will see a difference
to you and me.

A BLINKERED LIFE

Looking through "blinkered" eyes
you don't see much around.
nothing much satisfies you
nothing new is found. All you see is blackness
a vision ready made
forced to see the ugly things
never seems to fade. No one can set you free
and wouldn't anyway.
they are all too busy in their World
selfishly having their way. like a nightmare never ending
your a prisoner in your own demise
never seeing daylight
wishing to see blue skies. Your being held captive
like a lock without a key
your in a place you don't want to be
knowing you can never be free. The only person that can free you
is yourself if you have the will
you must do it on your own
the poison you must spill.
Respect your elders
nurture the good
remember the starving
dying for food! Share the wealth
end poverty
you will see a difference
to you and me.

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