OK... so we can no longer
sail in and ravage them
hijack them
hijack their lands
hijack their minds and their souls
chain them up and deny them self emancipation
make them working beasts or anything we chose them to be
lash them
buck them
break them
**** them
make them whistle Dixie and hang them high
OK... so we can no longer do all this openly as before
do they not know we do it all covertly now
how can you ever woke Machiavelli in his white robe
the Master Manipulator
the Arch Deceiver himself
the Renowned Liar unsurpassed
the Marquis de Sade of ultimate sadists
the Living embodiment of Lucifer's Field marshal
do they not know our History
Are we not the Undisputed Masters of Terror
are we not the Living Ghosts that brave daylight and seek the sun
And you stand there after thirty years
telling me
you are doing petty Revolution with ONE small man
slow death, my rotten foot
its a Socialist thing, my bronzed ****
Nihilism, yeah, egg on your ****** Fascism I say
Shame on you
you're dead ghosts
Not worth your white Robes

when solid truth accost their faces
leaving  vivid double pastings in pink
and firstly glowing the reddening of shamed burning cheeks
comes the white-washed sermon of the born poltroons
its the blushes made by the wintry winds on our pale complexions
they lie to themselves
as if we do not see the truckloads of insecurities
and body full of inadequacies
they carry around in plain sight
some wits laughs
that
that they probably blend in with the snow
and in hiding their vapid and vacuously depraved entities
conned the phrase
as pure as the driven snow
some things are not even worth dignifying with contempt
in my land I do not fight and steal from travellers
and blame my shamed burning faces on the winter cold
or invent tales about a greedy pig stealing food from my child
I have the abilities to earn or make
all I need without rancour or shame

To figure me out
you have to first figure yourselves out
I have already done that

Have you the clarity
to watch this all the way through
I doubt you have that in you

Your language figures for you
and you make the calls only you hear
hearts do not speak languages

To figure me out
you have to first speak my language
like I speak your language
and I already do that better than you


https://youtu.be/81bZdDewZdQ

So get this.....
Its not like the're minds there
education and literacy excuse me, what's that?
can't wait till sixteen when they all ******* schools

Its not like there are grand aspirations
hey who cares, there's always the Dole or Shelf-stacking
just make enough for **** and the pub with my mates

Its not like they crave knowledge
who wants to know about Climate change or what
I ain't no scientist or ruddy philosopher or Doctor

Its not like they want independence and travel
No chance, we don't stray far from our roots
Majorca is enough, don't wanna learn bout other cultures
what history, what travelling experience, what world views!

Its not like they crave maturity
Hey, my pa and mum aren't even adults why should I be
I don't see any adults behaving like adults round me
we all muck around together, I tell my parents off all the time

Its not like we are not useful
we gang up and give those ladida elitist and Tory toffs hell
that's what we like doing, why should they be better than us
we harass them, stir things up, give them grief all day long

That's what the local Socialist Leader says it clever
he teaches us about Democracy, says we must hate them
for they stop us having more Welfare money and free things

Its not like they know any better
Adults, youths, child and baby, nothing really changes
we are born and bred here, we are loyal to our roots and birthrights
We will stir and stir and stir till we are Red in our faces, Simple!!

It never rhymes nor resonates
other than a joke
by mediocre jesters trawling for
merciful pitying laughs
for I cannot relate relive or pine
an experience
I never had  
neither
unlike pilferers and shady spivs
and those ones in rolling depravities
do I ache and hanker for what
is not mine
the joyless pained
talk of hauntings which to my mind
are ghouls ghosts monsters and witches
these things which do not scare me anymore
for if its about that one
remembrance merely make me laugh fondly
of a titchy fun rascal
who like a woolly lambkin
gambols and gadabout with a frown and a smile
and with a charmingly delightful accent
'we women know what men are like
he wants to have *** with me'
it never fails to crack me up
how can memories of innocent laughter
make me feel blue or haunt me
kapish amore.....

So our zealots of Papa Red Tonton Macoutes
inebriated on fish and chips
and enraged by their limp under-done tiddlers
wink wink tiddly-wink
decides as tonton marcoutes do to mount
their campaigns of terror

In ragging flaccid fervours the said they were
going to chip chip chip away
thirty years down the line the dunces are still
chip chip chipping way
God knows it must cost them a pricey fortune
replacing their blunts tools

Then our bands of lame possessed declared
it wearing out time
we will haunt harass and torment to worn out
commence whimsicality dopes
thirty years  of nonsensicality and fetid idiocies
they are still huffing and puffing

As the inherent clowns spit in the winds they said
ah, its psychic war-fare
and so began daft shadow-boxing with each other
hey! its remote attack don't you know
we sending signals and messing up mind and head
yeah! as simpletons do

So its ***** tonk jiving jazz and swinging hip-hop
mish mash loonies in self abuse
wanking in plain sight and parading their Emperor's
new coat while pinning the tail
and all they've done is now shown the bemused public
they are shamed and feel threatened by one man

Subtle folly
were it be known
is still unsubtle folly sublime

and in aching hubris
witless minds pose triumphant
in inglorious ignorance ignobly crafted

the common factor
resistant sensibilities aplomb
awash in the mesmeric pinnacle of idiocy

Subtle folly
fine *** philosophy
is still unsubtle folly sublime

The Ratings are in again
you top the league in the Yawns Reports again
the advertising revenue has long fallen
the audiences are tuning away in droves
your scripts are boring
predictable and full of holes
reworking's are tired and tiresome
plotlines inane and contemptuous
this drivel is murkier than slushy snow in a swamp
ratings do not lie
its all now outdated and irrelevant
it may have been Prime-time years ago
now times have changed and the audiences have moved on
you're now all has-been flogging dead pigs
roasting pelicans and scraping barrels
just dregs scrapping boiled congealed pigs brains
we know its hard for you letting go
you're all the last to know
but its all now stale and its pathetic hanging onnnnnnnnn
yeah! its been all you live for
there's no business like show business and its the only business
you know
but now for you
its a No from the Network

The mirth's of the four seasons

the inglorious choruses of discontents from malcontents

craving attention and dying for reactions

some go with crossbow to **** the Queen

while some sit in ***** lives scripting shotguns and takedowns

from the unhinged to the ridiculous

carrying ready-made woes from self manufactured dysfunctions

in the drudgeries of nowhere alleys

and the choking pickings of easy street dystopia

the answers fans in neon lights

blame it all on twin sets and blue rinse

blame it all on Goldberg's and Steinberg's

blame it all on ermine and coronets

tis the tale of lost and stolen minds kept in the dark

leaving them panting with desires

stoked rubbed fingered and heat up to fevered pitch

they are moist and hooked begging for release

craving attention and dying for reactions

So I said to Harry
I'm sorry they drove you away
I do understand the strain on you mental health
had you spoken to me before
I would have wised you up a bit

you know the Hoi polloi
are a different breed altogether
fights, blood, gore and all things nasty and wicked
are inherent in them, its in their genes

without the wars
where they tore each others to pieces
( shame we Royals gave them peace and order )
without the slave trades which satiated their barbarisms
with little mines and farming to cave them
and keep them in serfdom
and the darkies they used to bushwhack now driving Porsches
and wealthier than them

So you see Harry old chum
our Natives have gone totally soft in the head crazy
now grounded and given peace and relative comfort
but with their recessive genes, inherent bloodlust and sadism
the animals have turned on us Royals
they are now biting the hands that feeds them
they can't help it, the madness is in their blood

maybe  you should tell your granny
to tell her Ministers to start a great war somewhere
( ok, just joking, but )
these mad natives are restless and its our Royal blood
they now hanker after  
I'm so sorry they are giving you and darl Meghan such a hard time
chin up old chap, listen I just laugh and tease them somewhat rotten
the silly little oinks, they should go eat cakes..hahaha.....

the way gravels taunts diamonds
after-all we are all rocks
need diamond feel concerned or perturbed
aware of the differences between rocks and rock
its really that simple
only the crude, common and of little value
do not know that
caveat emptor

the discriminations and racisms that built an empire
the racisms that made Republics
the discriminations and racisms that checks innocent
successful people of colour
the discriminations and racisms that upholds Blighty
is not a Republic
the discriminations and racisms that ordain only black
Royalty are subjected to Republicanism extremisms

the discriminations, racisms and Colonialism that holds
its Caucasians  that determines
who is to be cancelled and checked because they are titled
and dared call Caucasian thieves, thieving scums

the discriminations and racisms that deploys covert designs
to hide ignorance injustice discrimination and racism

calling the mobbing harassment and bullying an innocent and lawful Blackman, People Power

In the gutters of the walking ghosts
their dastard gambit wallow in tags
at once
its Clockwork Orange
then
its a Revolution
hold on
its Anti-Elitism
But No, no
its fighting a Chauvinist Pig
hold on
its a Power Struggle against the Rich
but again
its Solidarity with the Oppressed

Look, its anything as long as it buries the Truth
How can we state that Common thieves and gangsters
identified a quiet hardworking and decent couple
saw they had ties to some titled connections
we started extorting money from them on the sly
and when they stopped giving
we burgled them
then demanded more money or we do them in
they didn't pay up and had the audacity to stand up to us

Hey! we're criminals
we know how to lie, deny, twist, fabricate
and being constant visitors to Law Courts
we know Guilty or Innocent vies on Reasonable Doubts
we are Experts at muddying the waters and creating Doubts
We are the Mob with the mob working for us
we lie, we intimidate, we terrorize, we harass, we hound
we destroy reputations, we create doubts, we bribe
we erase the truth, we invalidate and cancel out
and we fool and deceive all

why do you think our favourite slang for dealing with our enemies
is.....Rub them out
Yeah, we are good at that, we rub out things and people

And if we wanna call hiding our downright guilt and crimes
by saying its a Political Republican Revolution
or The Art of Clockwork Orange
That's what we'll do, OK

Ah....bless their little socks, its all they know!

The devil takes his cuts
surveying all with his piercing white eyes
digging all probing all

Sick of Divine Grace
Satan's in green shaded eyes pained with envy
he's for coveting all  

Lucifer in red shades
showtime for merciless malicious destruction
lets go drink blood

Moloch Father of Lies
needs no dark shades for trillions and one spades
seek ready employment

Yes serpent woos the wife
and hangs an innocent man for speaking the truth
its all been done before

So Old Nick's in bed with you
you speak nihilism and slander with your master
and repay good with evil

Archfiend, has no friends
you are his to misuse torment deride and burn
you have sold your souls

You lie you've seen a leech
yet you and your master and his infernal army
are the leeches and you know

In your sins you apportion blame
in darkness you try to undo God's work and glory
vengeance is mine says the Lord



https://youtu.be/RnQSa_AVpSo

they rove in contemptible droves
transparents withering we are waging a psyche war
half-baked gnats-brain vigilantes poisoned with psychopathy
who don't even know what psyche is as they are programmed sheep
laughable nonentities with no conceptual grasp of reasoning or logic

  
Baa, baa, white sheep,
have you any sense?
No sir, No sir, only three bags full of ****!
One for our divorced parents who made nothing of themselves,
And one for the ******* teachers who gave up on us,
One for the Semites who prosper while we drink, **** and rob
and lives down the lane in big mansions with the swimming pool

.

And the three lions
were caged and tormented
then starved roused and flogged
then grill gates opened to release them
ravenous and angry they trotted into the arena
where a lone moor was standing to be the dish of the day
the three lions circled the moor and roared and roared even  louder
but  strangely would not go rip up and eat the hapless moor
they pawed the dusty ground and growled and snarled
yet still refused to engage with the browned dinner
finally with a loud growl they turned away
back in their cages they told the others
these people stole us from our homes
we are not from this cold continent
we are not indigenous to this place
and that poor dinner was also
from our home continent
why do these thieves
and bloodthirsty
vagabonds
want us
to be
like
them
this is thievery and cultural misappropriation
we don't belong here for a start and look how we're threated
and we don't as a rule eat humans and not stolen ones at that
can you believe the arrogance cheek and barbarism of these people

Granted its in soulless fayre
the occupational narcissist professes
disambiguation
siphoning misinformation into disinformation
our perverse alchemist declares his truths
his restless agenda has consumed
his essence fanning his psychosis
the internal war takes no prisoner
his  presence and continuous struggles are a relief
blatant signs he craves his narcissistic fixes
we know the psychology
the damaged miscreant
with the octane cravings
to regurgitate his pressing unhappiness
and bring them to another
for that's how he feeds
he is at war with himself
un-centred and core-less
in the lies of his truths
the scalped miscreant snarls in pain for attention
his presence means relief is far far away
and victory can never be his
and it hurts and he lives hurts all the time
the incomplete man  
that's the sad truth

Then they look within themselves
and could find nothing of what I am
and even more nothing of who I am
but saw so much of what they could never be
and in great sorrow and defeated anger
and in boiling envy and belittling jealousy
trapped empty minds filled with rancorous angst
how they vent in riotous self loathing at best-est
insignificant in beings they crave attention
seeking to register somehow to make their day
for within they suffer and lack so much
in essence of non-importance without status
other than those mired in cheap resentments
of those that shine and they could never be
those that unwittingly remind them
they are little lots with little graces
their bane to hide in cowardly shame
I stand as a lion and watch sheeps a-baaing
baa....baa....baa....baa.....baa...baaa.baaaa.....
ahhh.­...poor white sheep..baa baa sheep

****, fiddlesticks and ****, ****, ****
this is not a good look
no, no, no this is not good enough
Us Salt have thrown everything, even the proverbial kitchen sink
at this person and what have we got
This Special operation normally takes a year
three years max before the inevitable result
and decades down the line what do we have
a Target laughing at us
like its a game at the park
and its not like all our operatives weren't in play
We twisted the Extortionists and criminal gang into posing as
The weak innocent Underdogs
The bitter ignorant Racists are posing as Leftwing politicians
The Envious frustrated women are posing as Ferminists after
we've framed the target as a Misogenistic chauvinistic
  beast
Our Expert Liars are posing as Lily-white Truthers
and spreading misinformer, smears and disinformation
all over the place
Our discrediting Propagandists have disingenuously painted us all as Solid Salt of the Earth mob rallying against an Elitist
Most know the Haters are insecure jealous inadequate lot who need to rant and vent and project their inadequacies on people with
qualities haters can never possess
So, why with all these operatives in action
we still have the ****** Target living like nothing is happening
He should at best have been driven out of the country
He should have been driven mad and dribbling in a Mental Hospital long long ago
if not six feet under
This is supposed to be Covert gangstalking
and we've done all the diabolics as required
this is not a ****** game in the park
Imagine what this is doing to our credibility
People are beginning to wise up
****, ****.......****

play it out
with the menchilds
at your local exchange level
where your brain drains are mutual
and thought processes wired alike in base tones

think you not
in my premise alignment
random bewitched strangers
in silly staged drama resonate at will
all roads do not lead to Rome and your latin is crude

you err in epics
for my mind collects
worthy offerings from sages
not whimsical ***** dreams of fisherwomen
nor does it keep rooms for gainsays of pawn hostesses

speak to brain
thats one of your ilk
show to eyes sharing your vision
our tongues differ and my sight is discerning
I cannot see darkness in light for it fails to my gaze

a spartans sword
knows craftmanship at best
and made not to slice cheap offcuts
or gleams unsheath in frivolous sways
where unknowns in empty gestures frolic in wisps

go play commons
where your menchilds
hear your laboured whispers
go give brews of your mud chalice
to your kinfolks with the penchant for dregs

a chasm rears
in deep faithless divide
incantations are your limitations
your altar rebuked as are your rituals
vain priestesses and witless oracles prancing in disregard

" at once a dirge of social consciousness
plays at social conscience
a half-man puffs out vapid chest in show
see you all I am oh so aware
my prattle speaks of man's inhumanity
as my pen and I lie again
the inveterate narcissist is on the prowl
acting for audience attention
blinded in mania to the sad dichotomy
of his valiant neurosis
for in truth hides the snivelling coward
the proven doyen bully
a child-man who assuages his narcissism
in trying to demoralise
and depress the paragon he could never be
here now back in prose
weaving lattice fineries bout war and its toil
bleeding heart all sensitive
tell us the difference betwixt the pathetic bully
who cruelly preys on confidence
and the regimented maddened atrocious soldiers
with lost minds in the theater of war
some might think a heartless mindless soldier
is a better man
than the profound narcissist who preens and displays
his full repertoires in a climate of peace "

The Wind Cried Mary..........

After all jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red

And the wind whispers Mary

A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife

And the wind, it cries Mary

The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that they lived is dead

And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember?
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"

And the wind cries Mary


by Jimmy Hendricks
RIP....Maestro extraordinaire...

Songwriters: Jimi Hendrix
The Wind Cries Mary lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management

the cats with the jive
know our Karens and Poms
can never
keep it real
how can they when they are
so transparent
and even the backbone
is soft tissue
they have to hang out in numbers
to prop each other up

Without depths all they see
is the obvious terrain afore their long noses
in the sinking semblances of their lamentable Eden
heedlessly they walk together
drunk on untruths spewing from blanched fables
their five a day jive elixirs
propping up dreamless quests of pale pallid gamblers
purchasing paydays on hock
the means of vengeful asinines in anodyne contemplations
devoid of erudite grace
they belch and **** their inept offerings at the altars of nonentities
it all makes sense to them
to have voices albeit wasteful is still prized nonsensicalities to boot
its white's dark matter
the painful de rigueur that plagues the mindless in their dim shallows
and again..harlequins...again..one more time

At the least I am not the ghost writers
preoccupied in arid pollution
wangling the biography of one we know nowt
in devoted homage to buttress all our depravities

At least I am not the indentured servants
showing like a gratified Kapos
the coerced slaves mindless of choices or free wills
used to rake smoke and breathe in pungent acidity

At least I am not the Scaramouches
fed with fables and lies unfounded
tasked with perversions to display as useful fools
the heroes of the chicken pen and ***** of the walk only

At the least I am not the renowned thimbles
begging for redemption in obedience
proving our masculinities in showy chest-puffs
posing in thuggery attesting the villainy of Sherwood forest

At least I am the edifice to the man
who walk the walk and talk the talk
staunch in the storms because truth endures
and who in all ways stands for all you can never be

for classic mind body and soul of the renaissance being
is as far from you and yours as conscience
love and humanity was to your slave trading ancestries
and some will rather die than represent slaves or victims to you
as those stolen honourable free men and women who jumped overboard did....

I have seen the Poverty that steals from poverty
I knew Poverty that cried poor tears
and even Poverty that sells her children to live
there's even some Poverty that rob Peter to pay Paul
as well as those Poverty that beg in public
and horrors, you have those Poverty that will **** and maim
then I travelled and  Mon Dieu
I came across Honorary Poverty
We are Honorary Poverties they exclaimed proudly
we chose to make bad choices, reject or misuse opportunities
see, we are the Civilised Poverties and we are ******
we don't work, we get Welfare checks for free
we squander that
we blame those that have and hate them for doing well
and make them pay for everything
we are classy Poverties
cause we come from a civilised Nation
and we are proud to be
Honorary Poverties

the native laughed heartily
slapping his thighs as if beating a drum
his glossy ebony complexion radiant in the light
look my Omo Oba. he sputtered between peals of ringing laughter
them Wazungu speak so much mumbo jumbos don't they?
These wazungu care more about one dead elephant than they do
for a hundred black men.
why, he asked looking puzzled
surely they can't be scared of our big long spears
perhaps, they are, he added thoughtfully
they will speak all the mumbo jumbos on the continent
to prevent us showing our big long spears to the ladies
Adamu told me so!
He said the ladies love to see them and play with our weapons
you better keep quiet, I said
or they will bring anarchy to you
what is Anarchy he asked, still laughing
Its when mumbo jumbos fight with mumbo jumbos, I replied
I thought their mumbo jumbos is their poetry, he intoned
yeah, that too, I replied

I loved my Eve and she me too
in her own simple way
in angel-mind pure and thoughtless
I lit her in still waters ways
and harvested the blooms of gentle tides
then serpentine clarions called
in darkened mist I suit steel armour and shield
Eve had struggled carrying my sword
I know by my side was no place for one such as she
but she trusted her warrior will fight for her
hers was no betrayal but a punt to play Hobson's choice
in belief her knight and love will come in rescue
But in valiant chilvary and love I choose for her to fly unreturn
it is my battle let me take the stress

Tell no knaves and charlathans
the recesses of knowns
****** to beggars their penniesworth
their farthings to nothing
are the banquets for scatterlings raging angst
drinking snakes' venom in gulps
in blindness they shall remain dancing in dim fog
like its unknow the stirrers seduced
basting the innocence of Eve in doubts galore
who did in belief her knight will come
I know he loves me as much within and without
to keep my powder dry in sternness I relayed think twice
for chicanry merely wanted another gambit in twitch
you get better treatment as their prisoner

When in latter years a twin emerged
the girded warrior held you
and his eyes again revisited the story untold
shinning in noble pardon relaunched
he sought to second the emotions unkept afore
but wise head use sturdy timbers for rafters during the rains
and wait for clarions before the gallops
so when the vipers came we had already manned barricades
they got the story they wanted to hear and repeat
and we sent them north rather than south
once again I saved the dignity of a fair maiden
be not me allow an independent soul compromised and tainted
why foster the noble vigour on an unprepared
it is my blood that speaks so your twin will not go to my war
but know I can never hate either of you
am sorry you are victims of yourselves as well as victims of theirs

Did you see King Charles
and the egg hurling incident
You would not have noticed
the
indiscernible contempt
or the pitying indulgence

Class knows its worth
as much as the worthless covet worthlessness

Does the Rain-maker that lives in a roofless house
need our advise

No words or notice necessary
some things speak for themselves

Long live The King

Distinctive in searches
discerning in assimilating
powered and charged in positive rationale
my iris and pupils tutored by the trained mind
with inherent sensors for distinction an A star scholar
only homes in to perceive the lifting, the truly beautiful
the inspiring, the worthy, the knowledgeable, the graded wise
the aspirationals, the enchanting, the seekers of light, the experienced

From the cradle the quest ordained
this accident a blessing if you're aware
be all you can be and then reach some more
in responsibility lies mandate to be tuned-ly responsible
the ****** fields of wheat and chaffs see poppies in airy blaze
Nature divine sows the riddle of four seasons and chasms divides
answers never to show in Nature's court of arbitration none explains
so walk humbly and work hard of you is expected the best you can be

Know this the wayward of minds
my eyes knows its mission to a tee
what yields the hateful insignificants with malice
what moves me about the absurd crowds in fools' drama
what aids and teaches in the festooned antics of pale poltroons
though hate not mine I borrowed it for all that lays unjust to me
none do I see in desire or want for as I look I wish you burn in hell
who sits home attaching meanings or significance to rats in sewers
who takes to mind the illogicals of dim dumb simpletons the insanes

As you come so you go
as you sow so you so so
you get nothing for nothing
old money is old money
because it has brains
to make so so people do so so things
so  as you come so you go
you are all so so mad
your papa did not leave you millions
isn't your life a *****
born ****** to inherit bitchiness
know why you're so so sore
in such so so ways

Ahh....
bless their shoplifted little cotton socks
what's happening
so the Target keeps ******* out of you lot
tut-tut
that's not suppose to happen
so you been huffing and puffing
hustling and bustling
toing an froing
bubbling and squeaking
fishing and chipping
hankering and pandering
flipping and flopping
jiving and twisting
and
hopping like the alley cats you are
on hot tin roofs
and that **** Target still takes the ****
tut-tut.... that's bad
and so much of you as well
doesn't he knows....majority wins?
what's wrong with him
or
more importantly
what's wrong with you
we must send you on the road to Wigan Pier  
for further training!

Products of State assistance
after a pint and two packets of crisps
to be raised unintelligent
in non questioning mindless indoctrination
to be fooled and tamed into blind obedience
the cannon fodders and Erranders of Red dusk-set
hollering fake news
swallowing delusions
******* themselves in ******* to **** up
La bohème  Bolsheviks drinking Quixotic wine
specially farmed to do as told
theirs is not to think or question
the State picks up the tabs
the Reds scribble neon cheques
from the Bank of Envy and Jealousy
and the dumbs march up and down in unison
besotted and obsessed with the one that sees through it all
down with the black blue prince
with gold in his heart and pockets
who laughs at the ridiculous
in their war of the roses
and the slave traders now playing as game-keepers

Sailing on the anguished screeches
of meaningless tones
bathing in the halcyon calm of serenity
gifted and adoringly titled
bearing wisdom knowledge and truth
a character of strength
emblazed with light and courage graced
in cordiality and courtesy
walking the glory of the anointed untainted
so in the hovels of the maladroit where cast spittle's and bile
or the acrid caves of scoundrels and malcontents with poxes
where fevered discontents yelp and yodel like caged racoons
ask me do
who takes the measure of themselves from the wounded and the joyless

And I see the civilisation
and benign order
where millions of all hues
coexist humanely
without a gun in plain sight
yet instant help
if clouds ever gets hot and dark

And I see smiling people
a joke never far
and things and many places
exactly as stated
rolling roads with no cracks
pay your money
and get the service you seek

And I see eateries and cafes
clean airy and open
warm saloons round the corner
a choice of drinks await
and there's always a pal at the bar
a chin wag and a laugh
bon homie and we'll meet again mate

And I see orderly market places
and shops piled high
foods n wares from all over the globe
in morn noon or dusk
no bars or security grill a camera watches
a polite exchange and you go
live and lets live is our way of life

And I see parks and green fields
oaks willows cedars pines
carpets of shimmering greeneries
hedges and poppy fields
bluebells and daffodils rabbits n squirrels
horses in fields and cows grazing
idyllic countryside with cottages and barns

And I see I see this sceptered isle
and hear Jerusalem in hearty chorus
in prideful history
of the people by the people for the people
and I do not see a gun
I've never been near seen or held a real gun
because this is
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

So what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver
rather the pervasive disdain of concealed watchers
and the disguised contempt of followers
who sing your requiems
in unison with your dirges
and limp with your lies to the oracles of shame
now eyes wide shut your stench lingers
only the unclean hang alongside
from your cabal of dead ghosts living
foraging in the malaise of gumption less religion
your trenchard mission with your deluded armouries
now march in the molasses of the obdurate lemmings
running blindly to the pies in the sky
and hanging forlornly to pigs that fly
as watchers mock behind your backs
the toy town warriors with hidden pointy hoods
our cowards in the grange of self-deceits
spools spinning like fools spinning in loons
so what have you gained
against just one man
what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver

Because I am important enough
and because I am worthy
I can demand their attention
take their time and efforts
and linger in their heads
I am indeed my father's son
both above and below
I am worthy
as born bred and is
Thank you Heavenly Father
thank you Daddy

It never been known
for sounds not making waves
but waves that does not resonates
are but the strident bellicose echoes of shadows
looking for themselves on moonless nights
in staccato they rile in woo woo dins
splaying vacuous bile's in rhythms
carrying deaf tones of nonentities
dulled in insensate jabbering's

Let's play word association
you say 'doubts'
I say 'nonsense'
you say 'confusion'
I say ' in your ignorant minds'
you say ' check'
I say 'too late, I was born ready'
you say 'nihilism'
I say 'go burn the Central Bank'
you say 'lonely'
I say 'that's a state of mind for an intellect'
you say 'war'
I say 'haha, first world problems, go travel
see the world and see people who beg money from
beggars and mothers who sell their children to live,
then come talk to me about war and revolution after
your bacon butties and cup of strong tea two sugars
You say 'control'
I say 'you have been under control from the day you
were born, as was your father and your father's father,
the joke is you appear not to be aware of this'
you say 'Royalty'
I say 'its got to be somebody, its a lottery after-all'
you say 'void'
I say 'most of you are on minimum wages, fetch carry
or on Benefits counting pennies, you're already voided
even if you haven't begun, I got off my *** and became the man you envy enough to cancel, so void at my level is a privilege.
You say 'depression'
I say 'I'm not the one hungrily and busily trying to inflect miseries
and suffering on another human being'
You say '*****'
I say 'I say 'send your washed mama, sister or aunties round and
they'll inform you or ask Lyndilou.  
and what do you say
when I say
A well rounded Princely man with all the princely attributes
wise, intelligent, charming, kind, sagacious, engaging, brave
courageous, versatile stoic, considerate, honourable and solid.
Bet you go red in the face, heart and mind....hahaha