
Far more insidious than any disease, and more malevolent than any dark coven, the chamber of lawyers viewed the arcane text of the local statute which would provide them with the loophole that would grant them ultimate power.
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Far more insidious than any disease, and more malevolent than any dark coven, the chamber of lawyers viewed the arcane text of the local statute which would provide them with the loophole that would grant them ultimate power.
Padre
Upon what do we now stand?
What are the structures that underpin our land?
Where are the foundations set in stone?
In the age of shifting sands and loam
A parable was given
A warning clear
But we in our arrogance
Refuse to hear
Let us hope that when the rains and floods do assail
That we still have enough root – that we can avail
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Matthew 7:24-27
It wasn’t really that long ago, that vaguely remembered time that we call “before.” Before the pandemic, before Brexit; before – when we still had a queen. Where has that time gone? How have we arrived to this place we refer to a now, when the Pound is at an all time low, and politicians are rewarding millionaires for the accomplishment with tax cuts that are equivalent to the annual wages of two nurses. Don’t forget this is all in the name of “growth.” If this is growth, I would rather descend back to my “smaller” self, the one I was before.
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When cavemen rode dinos
And cars fit in a briefcase
Be it the streets of Bedrock
Or someplace in space
Childhood was simpler
Our imagination could run free
Without our dreams – being seen as reality
Let kids be kids
Don’t sexualise
Let them pretend
Give them time to realise
They will go soon enough
All on their own
They don’t need us
To tell them they’re all grown
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immigrated?
infiltrated?
amalgamated?
assimilated?
segregated?
integrated?
contributions appreciated?
society disintegrated?
on which side do you dwell?
or will only time tell?
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It might be an impairment you have had since your birth
But it’s not the sole factor in determining your contributions or worth
It can be that childhood injury after which things were never the same
Or arrive with the menopause bringing fog to the brain
It can stem from that fall while out walking the dog
Or damage to your lungs from breathing city smog
It might manifest in a blink of an eye
Or through wear and tear as the years creep by
But it is not the impairment that you does disable
But unadjusted conditions around you and the attitude of people that label
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Sorted – categorised
By others defined
Our character and usefulness
So often maligned
Our potential and contributions
Callously overlooked – ignored
Because of a checklist
Or decision of an arbitrary board
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Calmly
Collectively
Sensibly done
Not a knee-jerk response
Or rushed into for fun
Not reactionary nor “progressive”
Just so actions you can take
Wait until all has been considered
To see what difference it will make
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The Johnny Depp case drags on. Has anyone else noticed that Amber has answered so many questions other than the ones actually asked, that even the court officers refer to her as “Misheard?”
It is the way it is
It can be no other way
It is the thing I remember
So nobody else can contrary say
The world is as I perceive it
The rest of you are wrong
So just surrender and do my way
And I’m sure we’ll get along
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Under scrutiny
In the spotlight
Questions leading and oft inane
Prompting speculations
Theories quite insane
Fingers pointing
Seeking someone to blame
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