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Aug 2018
More often than not it is the
rain, garnished with emigration
the wrong way, imports I mean.

We can go there but they
can't come here, especially
The Blacks and The A-Rabs.

Then is is the government
or the banks or the shoddy
builders who ruined the place.

Don't they realize that once in
four for a minute or so we are
permitted our birthright freedom.

That same liberty which will
ensure your ******* to a system
you may well have opposed!

But did it matter, is it any worse
than what was your choice, the
one you inflicted on your brothers?

Democracy is the Devils fork on
converging roads that come and
go to the same destination.

It is a riddle, a cryptic question
with a metaphorical answer that
will be prone to misconception.

Ps.

Lets not elect a government, it
is our prerogative to demand and
I am in favour of employing one.
By doing so, we will have the right
to sack whoever is not doing the
job properly. If you are not ok
with this and you continue to
Whinge, then get off your knees,
stand up, like Bob Marley and
James Larkin told us to do.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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   Scorpio
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