john mcleish Poems

once upon a time
in a land far away
there lived a wee boy
wha' loved te play
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everyday, thousands die
because they canne' afford medicine
yet everyday, thousands o tons
are fed te coo's, poultry and chickens
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I still remember
those chilly morn's
hands in pockets
freezing cold
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The wolds governments, indebted te the banks
the slave, licks the boot o his master
symbiotic disease o political corruption
and socio economic disaster
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Entrenched in mud
under pouring rain
we lay in wait
fur the, Saracen
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Up jump the troopers
one, two, three
and shoot the 'Jolly Swagman'
against a, 'Coolibah' tree
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Psychopathic politicians
we' nay humanity
control a' the governments
and economies
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