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Its not your actions that define you instead the colour of your kerbs.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
the colour of your kerbs
We knew of "The Troubles" for most of our lives They were there before we were born But, to speak of "The Troubles" to those who don't know They can't see that our country is torn Pop stars sing songs about England go home They make money, while we fight the fight They stand on the sidelines just flapping their gums While we live, breathe, and sleep this all night Soldiers unknowing, just why they're here They choose sides because that's what they do They don't know the issues, how deep "The Troubles"  go They're just here, and that's all they know The orange and green, divided as one Catholics and Protestants alike Both fight their battles and both live for peace And the British...can get on their bike A land half as lovely, torn asunder by war would be laid waste, with nothing to show But "The Troubles" aside, there's lots here to see And lots of great places to go It's a war of attrition, where neither side wins Each army gets recruits from the womb You stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine And we'll disagree to agree to our tomb Fighting for freedom, religion or rights It's political, hatred and worse Religions involved, and we've only one God So which side does God cheer or God curse The battle still wages, though not like before It's a war that is fought underground "The Troubles" remain, and will for all time And I pray for the dead, not around
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
The Troubles
find the answer, never despair, hold hope habitual ritual rright use learn of love of life like cloned Poke'mons in the movie, but rreal first gentled by a feminine manifestion of Solomon's Jah, that one. God. Wisdom is her domain, patience does all her handiwork and cares for her children, in time. Just in time, each stitch, each twist of the sweet grass, first lesson learned by maids and lads alike, braiding sweetgrass to tie us to the will to be a we, I call you not servants, but friends. There was a wise man who saved a city, the equivalent of saving civilisation, these days; and no one nor anybody knew his name, only that he had made the peace. "to manifest many sons, he said. I am one of them."
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Receive, quicken the end is upon us again