To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.

The fight has gone from within your eyes,
There’s a deathly calmness growing.
The candle smokes as it flickers and dies,
And I taste the fear of knowing.
I don’t see hate behind your mask,
I don’t feel your inner war.
Just a sad despair that no longer cares,
And that scares me even more.

wM

Dear Mr Speaker,
(UK House of Commons)

Unity could set us free but instead you’ve  set us up to be a country of obscurity that doesn’t relate to you or me,
Why is the truth so difficult to tell from the green leather comfort of your wood panelled cell,
How come we’ve twisted what’s meant to be straight and promoted confusion as our number one trait.
Where is the logic ?
Where’s common sense ?
Your  rules are ironic and cause us offence.
Whilst the pedlars work out their policies to sell the faith of your people is burning in hell.
Dear Mr Speaker if only you’d listen and hear the extent of discord that’s arisen,
Dear Mr Speaker whilst you sit in your seat,
We’re being led into mayhem by the fools at your feet.

Regards
wM

We’re so entrenched in tradition / the admission of conditions that breed petitions of suspicions,
Where no one trusts in case things go bust so we all prepare to swear at the ones that dare to care,
Will we ever break free and see what we could be,
I wont accept that the tears I’ve wept are the aspiration of a nation that for so long has quietly stepped when we probably should of leapt out of the depths,
Our leaders don’t reflect me / the subject / it’s more like disconnect the unchecked and treat me like a suspect,
The youth are amassing and challenging what’s happening / imagining abandoning because the current state is maddening,
What lessons are we teaching with this continuous screeching / impeaching our own preaching ,
What future do we offer them,
We’ve lost our boys and broke our men  but continuously we still condemn.
Amen