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Oct 2014
Look upon the shanty town of plenty town
where 'those'
people live and those who have will
seldom give,
In shanty town we  barely survive on
humbleness and outright lies.

Look,
now comes the infantry,
marching three by three.
What is it that they see ?
but more and more,
they've seen it all a
thousand times before,
poverty in every doorway.

No gay hussars ,these infantry,
they come not to set 'those' people free
but to shoot them down.

The don in his board and gown may
be bright and know a deal
but this is the place where his
hypothesis is real and lives are at stake.

In Oxford where they take a break from studies
which the privileged make their own,then
go home and make some English tea,
I guess that's being free, for a fee, but
we don't want no chi
We
Just want a chance to fly as high as others ,who
in shanty town would want to do the same?

From Belize or from Tobruk,Brighton,Glasgow
we don't give a flying... tuck your
wings in guys and watch the bullets fly,
watch your dreams die
hear your kids cry
nothing's changed except
the rules.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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