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Michael Feb 2019
All the way with L. B. J.,
Was what was said back in the day.
But what it meant, if truth to tell,
Was two years servitude in hell.
That is, for those without the bent
For service life, cared where they went.
Most of them, well, from what we saw,
Without preamble went to war.

'But Lyndon Johnston told the nation
Have no fear of escalation',
This, a song of protest from that day.
But for those that really cared,
(another word for being scared,)
It didn't stop them being sent away
To twelve months service and a war.
So tragic now. What was it for?

And when Nixon asked the British
For the Black Watch, they turned skittish.
And the Parliament it stood to tell him no.
They thought it was unreasoned war
And that is what the people saw,
And so the Black Watch weren't allowed to go.
And yet we here went 'All the way...',
And for our dead - now rue the day.
Recalling a time when Australia decided to send its people to a war it had no intention of winning and conscripted it’s young men to do so.
Of course I have beef with Christianity,
for all it seems to be is a glossed up industry
full of fear and hate and hypocrisy.

Embellished bibles and diamond purity rings,
where is the meaning in these earthly things?
Where is the love we’re supposed to bring
to this broken world of foolish kings?

We are so quick to condemn
those who turn away from Him
because of our raging hate towards them.
Can’t you show some love again?

If it’s their hearts we want to change
let us first change ourselves
and in turn change the game
for if love is our first attack and defense
maybe God will make a little more sense.
Arasynya Cain Aug 2013
If notebooks could talk...
What would mine say?

If it could erase itself...
Would it wash my works away?

Would it scream in my face...
That my words have no taste?

Would I regret ...
Letting my thoughts run free?

Would you take that all away from me?
Brandon Brazel Oct 2016
The boy fell down the stairs
and on to his head,
to soon find out
that he'd never be "normal" again.
Stay true, for you are beautiful, colors blooming from inside of you.
As we all know
There are different kinds
Well meant
Trying to be helpful
Or
Just being plain rude

Some people don’t take
Any sort of criticism well
Good or bad
They ask for it
But don’t want to listen to it
They don’t want to believe it
So they fight it
And hurt you in the process
Make you feel guilty
Make you even more aware
Of what you say
And do
Knowing that people
Might be thinking harsh
Mean things
About you
Nicole Ashley Jan 2015
Take care* of this child
She is useless
She is hopeless
She is worthless
She is mindless
There are no manners in her
There's nothing in her
Worthless

Of course there is nothing in her
You took everything from her
She's done all of these things
Invisible in your sight

Someone please take care of this child
There is nothing more she can *give

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