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Mark Bell Jun 2017
Politicians born and bred
Manifesto
Easily lead.
The power is in the money
The dollar or the yen
Waltzing with mien kampf
We don't let that happen again.
manipulating the faithful
Singing them a welcome tune
I'm not voting for anyone
I'm sensible a ******* loon
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Truths you can't live with
Blame me it's so easy to do
Cheating,slanderous lies
It's always you you you.
Slowly I'm untangling your  hold
Starting to see behind ones mask
so I'm looking forward to the future
To be a beer without a cask.
It's going to wreck my emotions
Play havoc with all my thoughts
As the noose slackens around my neck
My smiles gets bigger of sorts.
I'm going to dance the boulevard
Run naked through the corn
Releasing me from your iron grip
Means I can slowly be reborn
You broke my heart through away the key
But now I've made new locks
Sitting on the quays of life
Waiting for a sweet ship to dock.
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Living outside reality
Covering it with spin
24 hrs, rolling news
Creating fear within.
Xenophobia tribalism
it's always been the way
The world is getting stranger in
all playgrounds,which we play.
birthdays have lost their happiness
Pawns are   promoting hate
politicians blaming politicians
While gardens are closing their gates.
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Ode to the butchers apron
Now flying proudly at half mast
Empire days of brutality
Are we now paying for the past.
Terrorism has come home
To this green and prosperous land
People killing people
What is there to understand .
Mark Bell Jun 2017
The ball started rolling
Many years ago
Picking up momentum
As hatred grows,
Divide divide
Call to arms
why do people
Need to harm,
History dictates
Violence leads to war
Then after the carnage
What was it all for,
Heavens waiting room
Is quickly filling up
Beans must blend together
then sweeter the cup,
I've done violence
But I don't understand hate
Stalingrad is rising
Or can we change fate
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Sea spray
Wrinkled faces
Promenade walkers
Doing morning paces.
Coffin Dodgers
Passing time
Waltzing the promenade
In Warm sunshine,
Sea breeze
Fresh air
Promenade walkers
Seem not to care,
Hand in hand they all ebb away
They'll be back another day
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Empty chair
Once I sat there
Now I'm dead
And gone
Empty chair
Now feels despair
Now I'm dead
And gone
Empty chairs
Are always aware
When your dead
And gone
Empty chairs
Tell stories
Just sit and listen
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