Peter Strugnell Poems

Oh the cold air of the Kishorn burial ground,
and the ghost's there everywhere you turn,
the cold and the damp seems to follow you down,
to the brackish waters of the Russell Burn.
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It feels so right, I can't believe my luck,
I go carefully, with a full cup,
you're my heroine, you make me stronger,
just when I feel, I can't go on any longer,
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I'm not saying that it's easy for you,
I know you've been let down before,
you aren't sure you wanna start something new,
you're tired and don't wanna hurt anymore.
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Come on let's get away down to the sea,
take in the sea air take in it's liberty,
and the wet sands shimmering in the light,
the moon the stars shining through the night,
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Today I have some difficulties, some scars still remain,
full of self doubt, through injury to the brain,
a brush with mortality, it's got to change a person,
it changes your view, and previous assertions,
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The media bombards, the shelter of our homes,
the crisis deepens, the worst we've ever known,
the bankers screw us over, they really have no shame,
they've done it once, now they're doing it again.
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If liberty means anything at all,
When we're all lined up against the wall,
I'd rather die standing than on my knees,
I tweak the nose of your bigotries,
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the love I invested I never got back
and where does that leave me further down the track
you've got to be lied to to know the value of truth
I have some regrets, I've wasted my youth
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The silent majority, are finding their voice
revolution was coming, people had little choice
the nation weeps, and Alexandria bleeds
after all, ' we are all Khaled Saïd'
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Well all I wanna do is spit and lay some tracks,
just looking for a good time, just looking for the craic*
but now with all this shit going down in politics,
and the world being ruled by a bunch of lunatics,
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