War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
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Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.
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I have been encaged all my life for mans pleasure and fun,
my precious life had sadly ended before it even begun.
In human terms I have been enslaved so man could hear my song.
Behind the bars I am to stay in a place I don’t belong.
On saddened tunes I hop and play as I sing a moaners song,
I am just a pet and so they say in a world of greedy strong.
I seem amused to some surprised but deep I hide my cries.
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Darkness engulfs, strangling every breath of hope
Restricting any kind of motion, muting every single cry
No color, No beauty, vagueness maps its scope
But his reign can still be curtailed
His arch nemesis wastes not its golden beams
The earth lays its crown down compliant with her blinding glow
It must be a crime to be this gloriously oppressive
But her elegance still sets gracefully in a romantic symphony
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Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
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I have been encaged all my life for mans pleasure and fun,
my precious life had sadly ended before it even begun.
In human terms I have been enslaved so man could hear my song.
Behind the bars I am to stay in a place I don’t belong.
On saddened tunes I hop and play as I sing a moaners song,
I am just a pet and so they say in a world of greedy strong.
I seem amused to some surprised but deep I hide my cries.
......
Darkness engulfs, strangling every breath of hope
Restricting any kind of motion, muting every single cry
No color, No beauty, vagueness maps its scope
But his reign can still be curtailed
His arch nemesis wastes not its golden beams
The earth lays its crown down compliant with her blinding glow
It must be a crime to be this gloriously oppressive
But her elegance still sets gracefully in a romantic symphony
......
I cannot be alone,
And I cannot be bored.
Does that mean I like people's company?
Or am I just good at faking a smile,
And getting things done?
People say I have the best smile,
But is it real?
Am I really happy?
Or do I just lie to everyone?
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Sitting in my own flat
MY flat
The coziness. The quiet!
With two floors, a spare bathroom
And no mortgage on it
Go fuck yourself Generation Rent!
What an achievement hey
I worked hard to get there
And when the mail comes through
It is for me, just me
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In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high.
Injustice, a tempest, a loss that rages in the night,
Yet, in our hearts, resilience roars like thunder in the sky.
Racism, a monstrous shadow, a venomous haze,
A brutal echo of the world's scornful refrain.
Yet, we soar above the maze, ablaze,
Every scar transformed, a phoenix's triumphant gain.
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