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No time to run


No time to run, the race has begun
and we are far behind the rest of the crew.
We have to make ready, but I am quite unsure
for the news has just been broken – and not on Fox News.
The word on the underground papers of truth
have warned all we bloggers from a source deep throat.

What if the world is under siege
do we think America, or the rest of the globe?

The point being made is quite, quite clear
that we in America fear any other breed
for we are the one’s with the powerful elite,
even though they share nothing
and our whole universe is under threat.

Violence on the street and in the home,
wars raging globally not of our own
for we are the innocent
and every where is to blame.

We are the perfect heroes
whether people want us to invade
and corruptly disadvantage our social order
and conviction of fair play.




We are the ones who know the best
for everyone and everything
without ever giving a consensus to know
we just ride rough shot and in we go. –

Guns blazing as if a westernised view
of what is important on the film set crew.

Tell me truthfully what you think and do,
because I am certain that for most of the time
we are either out of work
looking for some which is not there,
or television strained
and in need of good health care.

What is your market,
your ideas for the rest of your life –
surely not death from starvation
that is a third world strike.

I know that hardship of being poor,
I know what it is to fight for survival
and any form of fresh type air.
I have a feeling that any where we go
the same shadowy government incentives
will keep us in some form of detention
until the night no longer glows.

Red dust particles falling from the skies,
apparently the whiter of our houses
set the marching brothers out into the west
and burn trialled a new super style volcano
and we are all under the aftermath of that horrific storm. –

God help the idiocy of the brothers
when they want what they want
as a couple of spoilt child’s domain
playing with the innocent, the few around
just because they can,
‘cause money is what allows them
to be a spoilt brat pain.

Take the rot and then complain –
no you idiot,
does no one tell you
the beginning of the debacle
is where you need to stand up
banner held and stay in line.

Not the bread lanes of highways of folk –
that is your best bet to take up the fight.
But you in your idleness stand and stand and wait –
what is wrong with a banner –
or fear got hold of your survival plate?

Saviour calling – third strike and you’re out!

October 14th, 2013
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