Scouser, socialist muscle.
For the selfless, not the selfish
In ‘96 I crossed the sea,
To Ireland, a land of hope for me.
I dreamed of new starts, of life anew,
But the world here hardened, cold and true.
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From toddling steps beside a giant's stride,
Sandy's warmth wrapped me, a Labrador wide.
In those young years, no words could replace,
The wag of a tail, the soft, friendly face.
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Beneath a sky where crimson tears forever fall,
Where olive trees once stood as sentinels tall,
A land now fractured, burdened by the weight of strife,
Where innocents are robbed of home, of breath, of life.
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Canzone for China: A Land of Welcome
I came to China with a heart unsure,
Fears of skies heavy with poisoned air,
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Chance is a fickle, fleeting king,
Whose throne is built on dreams we bring.
Coins are cast, and hopes take flight,
In numbered stars on a restless night.
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