Anarchy
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Running round in this rat race from place to place Made to do what we are told and just what we should say Running round in this rat race from place to place It a harsh world we Ard living in today Where the rich are getting richer off of our sweat And the poor,…
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We as creators of our own stories Bring so much suffering, heartbreak and anxiety Upon ourselves without much thinking We don’t cater for what we need but what we want And worse thing of all is that crave what everbody else wants. We want exactly just what we ate told Live the perfect life mortage,…
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Violence is not acceptable in any form Some tend to treat it as the norm I’ve never felt the need to feel or use it Never coerced it on being used against me Maybe as a kid when I was young A few occasional spats and tantrums That ended in a few slaps and punches…
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We took a journey Went for a ride We sailed our ship Ocean wide We sought the answers We craved to know Who knew we were Deluding ourselves For the answers are within For all those that can see For the answers are within For those that do believe For the answers are within It’s…
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The rise of the right Sees the rise of hate The rise of violence And heightened fear And a dumbing down of thinking As a non political As someone who takes no sides I see the danger presented by the right A unification of people through hate not love Negative ideologies are rampant Fear mongering…
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We are on the precipice Of self extinction and the right to exist Can we transcend and stat evolving In to humans capable of solving The climate change issues in front of us Times running out and we can’t trust luck To help us avoid our shameful end We have to start seeing the truth…
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Better in than out they say In a world full of colourless hues of grey What happened to our future full of rainbow colours The kaleidoscopic rainbow prismic glows Putting on an amazing cadenza like show What happened to the vibrancy and light Now we just see shadow men of the night Conjuring up new…
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They hung us up in crusifixtion style After the battle for existence, which was wild Those who called themselves ouf God’s and Masters Bringing us to the brink of disaster To the very precipice of global extinction We the people rose up and fought with distinction Us in our tattered rags who refused to be…

