The age of the tomahawk of idle and useless talk
and we talk of progress.
Unless I'm mistaken we are all being taken for a ride,there's no pomp or ceremony,it's a circumstance,projected,directed,sometimes deflected and I'm tired of it,tired of being hit where it hurts,tired of seeing shirts being torn from our backs,
Relax?
what's the use?
If I don't stand and deliver I might just as well be back on the juice.

To demonstrate against the state at a rate of knots,take my shots or get shot down, and let's face it, we are all being put down on some list in some office somewhere,where they don't even know us let alone do they care,
we're just fare for the cannon,fodder to be spat out at our brothers and sisters of whatever colour, religion or race,
and it's a race against time
today
Palestine,
tomorrow some other place,another race,if you don't get your say in you might as well stay in and drink blood red wine.
A centenary is here and we learn nothing,I fear
for the future.