Sunday, 25 July 2010


Looking to deep
find we forget
what lies on the surface,
reasons to be alive
instead of half dead.
Yesterday I refused
heroin tears
as Noel Edmonds
was blasting
from the T.V.
The record needle
revolved around
like death
nobody listened,
nobody cared,
until the 10p box was declared.
I see old friends,
putting holes in their skins,
these are the people
that new crusades don't win,
yesterdays divisions
now over the price of a tin.
Outside the sun was shining
but democracies village had gone
and a system that fails them
was getting away with murder
but there in happy mount
injection alley
they had erected a fence
around their own milltir sqwar
each to his own I guess.

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