'I intend to run for parliament,
And represent you in government.
Want to be your M.P,
Vote me in, trust me!
Born into tradition,
generation gone by.
Mind of condition,
about to defy.
Land of the ‘free' he was born unintentionally,
Away from his native home, returning at the age of three.
Back to a place uncompromising and tough,
Carnage of war,
Wounded, What's it all for.?
Question the insanity,
got to break free.
Each one of us is searching for an end, well before its'due to arrive.
Each trying to contend, in life we strive.
Searching for an answer, a meaning, consciously or dreaming.
As to what and why we are in the universe?
Soul destroyed, pride almost gone.
Unemployed, for eternally long.
Time caught up with skills of old,
Mind and body, not enough against the modern world.
A damn disgrace, an outrage,
In this modern day and age.
Food banks, and charities,
Soup kitchens and volunteers.
Germany, stationed there were two regiments,
Welsh boys with 'fun'-taking comments.
The "Black Mafia" did n't take too kindly to that,
Some thing they would have to do, matter of fact!
On the TV, the medium for their charity,
Not a hair out of place, smug face.
Through them they say 'God loves beams, ' follow him to fulfill our dreams.
The lord loves us all, let's us prepare for the final call.
Born of noble ancestry,
forgotten hero of history.
Lands and estate,
Greatness would await.