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Last Updated: 21/01/2006 13:04:15
Them And Us
By Del Abe Jones
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Now they want to Google us
Where will all this snooping end?
Remember stories of Big Brother?
Well, he's lurking 'round the bend.
They tap our phones when they want
Though they could work within the law
But they think they are above it
And we should be in shock and awe!
They say they have good reason
While they take our Rights away
A little bit here, a little bit there
But, isn't that always the way?
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While we pretend it doesn't matter
Say, It's not that big a deal!
But, it's our very Constitution
That they are trying to steal.
Some say, they should have the power
To do whatever it may take
And some of them think our Laws
Are just something they can break.
They leave our borders open
So anyone can walk right in
While we try to fight a war
That at this rate, we'll never win.
While they bend the rules to suit
The way they want things to be
Someday we'll look and wonder
What happened to this Land of the Free?
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Copyright © Del Abe Jones 2006
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Poetry - Rosa Lee Parks By Patrick Henry
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Rosa Lee Parks, calm Rosa Lee,
Cotton seamstress of Montgomery,
Caught the wrong bus at the right time to be
Driven into race history.
Mr White Guy craved her bus seat place,
But she sat tight on her black ass.
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R'Kid and me went round for tea
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She don't get out
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He's eighty nine
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The kids are all popping pills,
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For a while they smile,
high on a trip through the night
keep going until light.
Sucking up coke
with a blood stained note. So...
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I love Hull, one letter from Hell.
Hell-hole Hull, the bottom of the boat, arse- end of England.
When you visit, you scrape the bottom.
I love saying the word Hull. Out loud.
It has as much resonance as a tin bath.
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Another Coalminer's Daughter (and Son)
Has Heart and Soul beneath the Ground
With Tears and Hopes and Prayers
That their lost Daddies will be Found.
Hoping for some great Miracle
Not only Found, but Safe and Well
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Poetry - City Sky By Katherine Horrex
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Star sky tastes so blue cake good
Such a sweetmeat backdrop
Against charnel decay
And ominous concrete blocks.
Sky scrapers are aptly named
Tearing chunks out of it,
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Poetry - Files and Patience By Sue Hardy
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"The system has failed serves but a few"
Shuffled aside.
Labelled as 'loss'.
Go through the motions end up as dross.
Paperwork done
Dotted and Teed,
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Poetry - The Man From No. 8 By Shep
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Upon this action less land he leads
A full life of content ideals
He eats from his house delivered meals
And upon the essence of the desperate seeds
Through self installed monotony
He chooses the path full of prints
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Poetry - Shadow on the Porch By Patrick Henry
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A figure sitting on the front porch sets a portrait
Of the Deep South vitally as a sweet song At Sundown:
Old Rocking Chair to Skylark and Stardust blends the mood.
The one jarring note being this one's not sleeping but stone dead.
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I was working in a cotton field
It could have been an office block
Sat tapping keys and digging weeds
To pay for my true lovers plot
When all at once I heard a shot
My colleague blew his head right off
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As a daughter of the inner city circus, I find sleep too quiet.
I lie beneath the same wasted sky that moans and breaks in two,
the same sky as the night before.
It watched me lose consciousness upon my bedroom floor.
In silence it watched you too.
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Someone chained me to a desk and handed me a phone
They gave me a pile of invoices and left me on me own
Me arse looked like me elbow cos I didn't have a clue
By the time it got to five o'clock the air was fucking blue
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But I somehow got away with it cos nobody knew it was me
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There's water on the road
And even more under the bridge;
So much so we cannot go
Exactly where we wanted,
As the sharks, they come full circle
Their fattened fins full tilt
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Poetry - Burnouts by Adam Elliott
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Raced around the track
Like a little rascal
In an Astin DV9
Let it sparkle
Burnout - skidmarks
Black like charcoal
Winners, losers
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Poetry - (I Got Those) Special Brew Blues By Joe Hakim
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S'only about sixty pee a tin,
so it's a bargin
by any motherfucker's reckoning.
A day on the street
or sitting on my seat
asking, chasing, scoring, snoring
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Poetry - In the Blink Of An Eye by Lee Cassanell
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New music
Don't lose it
Its barely eleven
You're two drinks from bedlam
And one trip from heaven
It's easy
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Poetry - I Smashed Up a Car by Adam Elliott
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I smashed up a car
Bit by bit
Cos I got a car a new car
A Lotus Esprit
Someone showed up
In a Porsche 9-11
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Poetry - The Wolfgang Apology By Patrick Henry
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They're sorry about the 80 year-old at Brighton
Bounced out for heckling Blair's happy-clappy party line.
They're sorry a senile Kraut refugee war protestor butted in,
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Poetry - Invisible Tears By John Reading
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Landlord the clock is ticking,
Your seed has new ideas.
Not for them the blindness you hold
Unto your breast in fear.
The eyes that look upon your throne
Are cast down in disgust.
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Poetry - Bad Boy by Adam Elliott
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Went to the room
And saw a figure
Then I said I'll get some years
When I pull this trigger
So then I went outside
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Faces contorted in fear & pain,
Please don't let it happen again,
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Placed in a field with a smoking gun,
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More than two thousand years ago
A Celebration for the Dead, Returning
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The knife where is the knife?
My knife my knife
Gotta cut gotta cut.
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Running red, running free
Running scared away from me.
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Freedom
equality
shit like that
I agree it's noble
in theory
in principle
and I try to live my life
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