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Peter Balkus Sep 2018
They call him racist,


monster, not a man.

They call him bad guy
he is better than them.
Jimmy Bowman Aug 2017
The world is a playground, the rich ring the bell,
the poor queue up and get lost in the smell.
That stench is the lies we're fed to believe.
Depressed, deprived, downtrodden, forgotten, we see
this system is broken, we cannot conceive,
a house where no one has anything in common.
A house that's failed us for so long.
One side shuts us out,
the other cast their morals with doubt.

Hey! Who's this Blair? He could make this our lair.
If we gain power no longer will we cower,
we'll have all the nice things they have over there,
we'll run the playground, sit in the big chair!
And more money, lots and lots of money...
Unlike the people we're supposed to help, how funny.

Things can only get better, it's a d:ream dream.
Play keys today and a scientist tomorrow
Noel at number ten look at our popularity grow!
A real alternative, a party for the working man
pack them up and send them to Iraq while you can!
There's nothing Socialist about a war criminal.
Tony, Tony, Tony how clinical.

Must this injustice persist.

Back in the playground we continue to queue.
Awaiting the bell, looking up at Teresa, wondering...
can we tame a shrew?
A lady turned and muttered to me,
this is no life, I'd go to uni 'cept for the tuition fee,
I work 'til I can't I stop when I die
I've nothing to show, ask yourself why.

There once was a man...

Like in that film when the Jedi appeared
and we all rejoiced and cheered as the leered
because the Jedi ****** off the Tusken Raiders
'cept this aint Tattooine this is earth we've our own Darth Vaders.
Yet I'm sure the Death Star had free health care.
That weren't under threat, that weren't stripped bare.
Workers rights left a little to be desired
but to be fair half of his staff were totally wired.
But this galaxy's not far far away, it's far far too close to home.
And that man I spoke of was purged by his own.
Yet 313,209 voted return of the Jedi.
All those in favour say aye!
To the return of our party, the return of a new hope
the return of an opposition, to the end of this *****.

No to the Blairite,
no to the far right,
and as for austerity?
He sees the severity.
The times are a changin',
the people are raging,
the Tories need caging
and parliament rearranging.

The bell rings out and we start to walk.
We're back to the classroom where no one can talk.
We're spoon fed more lies and then we go home.
Now we have a chance to make government our own.
Written in the wake of the second labour leadership election Jeremy Corbyn won and touches on the state of politics in the uk as well as harping back to the horrible idea of new labour.
PSR Jun 2017
Waiting For The Man To Lead The Way.
The 6th Month Of The Year, The 8th Day
Jessica Connelly May 2017
Vote Corbyn,
Let's make him win,
He's the man for the job,
We don't want the Tory snob
To sell off our NHS, she's not fit to negotiate any deal for Brexit,
We need her to exit
Number ten,
She's lying again,
Corbyn has planned the budget for the labour manifesto,
Yet on this, May is still being slow,
She says she's strong and stable,
Yet we are able
To see she's actually weak and wobbly,
The opposite of what she claims to be,
She wasn't going to call a snap election,
Again she's gone in the opposite direction,
Corbyn wants to make a brighter future for all,
He doesn't want any of us to fall,
He cares for the homeless, he wants to abolish tuition fees,
This is what our country needs,
He's a terrorist sympathiser I hear you say,
Yet for May to sell weapons to Saudi is perfectly okay?
He's explained himself and answered all questions given,
He's a man who is very driven,
She's Tory through and through,
For the elite and few,
She's all for bringing back the barbaric act, she likes to fox hunt,
I, alongside many others, think she's a ****,
Corbyn is down to earth, a friendly man,
Many say they don't think he can
Run this country too well,
I think I'd rather have him do his best than be in a land of Tory hell,
He'll do us well,
He'll do us proud,
I'm a Corbyn supporter
And I'll shout it loud.
Jeremy Apr 2017
I always feel as if I'm stuck in the ******* middle
In an unforgiving loop of perpetual melancholy tension
Where is a hole to hide in, to die in?
I realize I'm too great to let redundant ******* cause my blood to boil
but I struggle to ride
ride above this
I'm stuck in my mind and it blows me,
blows me a ******* way how my past tends to weigh me down
it still holds on to me
where is my firm foot in the present?
why do I still feel lost?
I enjoy my own company but not the company of others
To feel so sick of the human race
I just want to move on with my life and open my mind to new experiences
New experiences, new people
But I'm so sick,
I'm so very ill,
I'm so sick,
I'm so tired,
I'm so... Tired

Let it cease for now,
Let the tides roll in to wash my sorrows,
Let my words move you
Let it be that I survive, at least, until tomorrow.

I want to get it out, all out
Before my heart reaches the beat that takes its last skip
and it'll be a rough one
Oh, will it be rough

Will I be able to cure this on my own?
I'm going to pour portions of this infection into these words,
It's not contagious
It's for the ones who might find an elixir
perhaps, outside the physical realm?
maybe my findings are viable for someone to research
to help better understand, or maybe it's injustice
there is still a chance
if we band together we can eliminate this
but together?
see that ******* contradiction?
oh, how it's driving me mad
I'm not even sure where I'm going with this
I don't know
I just don't know
I do not get it myself
But I'm not giving up....
I'm on a conquest for my solution.

I want to get it out, all out
Before my heart reaches the beat that takes its last skip
and it'll be a rough one
Oh, it will be rough.

I want to get it out, all out
Before my heart reaches the beat that takes its last skip
and it'll be a rough one
(Put a blanket over it, call it a day)
Oh, it will be rough.
(Give them reasons, reasons to stay)

— The End —