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791 · Sep 2018
The world in which we live
Richard Sep 2018
Displaced masses the world over,
From the US border to the port of Dover.
Corrupt men in power creating strife,
Mankind is on the edge of a knife.
Men like Bush and Trump and Blair,
Not one of them do even care,
What they have done in their roles of power,
Whilst sitting in their ivory tower.
The world is broken cracked and wrong,
And nobody knows where they  belong.
What is the answer to all the problems today,
They don't care as long as we obey.
The weak need to rise up and say 'NO MORE'
Tyranny must be left at the door,
Of a brave new world that everyone seeks,
Christians, Muslims, Jews and Sikhs.
Please let us have a chance to put right,
The devastation and crippling blight,
That keeps every woman, child and man
Under the boot of the tyranny of man.
227 · Sep 2018
Judge not
Richard Sep 2018
On her back with legs akimbo,

Most would say she's just a *****.

They can't see, how could they know,

That she has a line to tow.

A choice to starve or to provide,

Its a thin line this great divide.

Of the haves and the have nots,

Of council estates or princely lots.

So she continues every night,

To serve the men with her delights.

Is there an end she cannot see,

But for us to judge.....just who are we?
156 · Sep 2018
Sadness
Richard Sep 2018
They scorn, they judge, they always do.

They'll never know what you've been through.

The sorrow, sadness, lies and guilt.

The in-penetrable wall you've built.

To break it down you know not how.

But help you need and release somehow.

As once was innocence, snatched away.

Dragged to this dark place to stay.

If you'd just of listened to those that cared,

Perhaps your problems could be shared.

But here I dwell in eternal night,

Please somebody hear my plight.
144 · Sep 2018
Religion
Richard Sep 2018
Religion, a force for good they say.

Medieval curds and whey.

A mixture of promises threats and worse,

Blight on the world this ancient curse.

Comfort can be drawn in times of woe,

Of this I'm certain and indeed I know.

If only the good that does exist,

Had not been twisted to misfit.

Vicars, Bishop's shepherd and flock,

Have turned mankind into a fearing lot.

To say that the Lord watches all,

Seems to make no sense at all.

Sleeping, waking at all times,

A foot out of place an eternal crime.

And whilst I see a place for it,

I can't accept this hallowed writ.

Hitchens, Russell, Dawkins and Harris

Spinoza, Lucretius could of stopped the damage,

Now done it can never be repaired,

A shame as mankind could of been spared.
141 · Sep 2018
The end
Richard Sep 2018
All the words that I create,
To substantiate the years of hate,
That dwell within my blackened heart,
of my own making right from the start.
Oh why did I never stop to ponder,
This ceaseless tide that drags me under.
Pulled back and forth my emotions fly,
And I'm left asking why why why.
So here I sit in the final throes
Of turmoil dread and solemn woes.
Perhaps I'll find my peace at last,
But I should of been more  brave and asked,
For help that I may of received,
Of those that loved me who've cried and grieved.
130 · Sep 2018
Futures lost
Richard Sep 2018
Why would you even ask
Why I've been saddled with such a task.
To know what I do and not to share it
Any sane man could not bare it
The truth of the world the lies we've been told
To try and keep us within the fold,
Of ignorance, deceit, subterfuge and defeat
Of guilt, shame and sorrow
No hopeful tomorrow.
We can do nothing
Its already too late
To try an return to our original state.
So here we all are beleagured and lost
Our children are the ones who will bear the cost

— The End —