nic hillen Poems

England

No we dont all no the queen
Love mary poppins or mr bean
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Crisp and fresh at the start of my journey
I come at a price your have to earn me
Stored in the bank then im disbursed
Through a hole in the wall and straight in your purse
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Blinded by ignorance
Skies filled with grey
Satan lurks freely
In an un Godly way
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The raging wind tears through the trees
Frightened are the fresh bloomed leaves
Stampeding thru a summers night
Bringing carnage with gusts of might
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To tired to sleep
To empty to cry
Death roams close
So il sleep when i die
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Keeping us inslaved
innocent experimence
Stripped of your rights
Goverment negligance
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Under dark tormented skies
My best friend left with no goodbyes
Haunted clouds on a lonely dawn
Tears roll with life but take no form
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Daunting clouds, charcoal grey
Filled with tears of yesterday
The brisk wind gives a forceful hand
To cast a shadow across the land
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If you want peace
prepare for war
Revoulution is needed
new orders of law
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Today is full of tradegy
Drowning in despair
Left behind tormented minds
Hearts broke beyond repair
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