colours of an autumn fall precedes a descent
Cold, silent nights, remind us that death lies still
life slows down dampening the thrill
a long gasp of breath is our final will
Remember world history men died in battle
from the sands of Tommaree Head to Adelaide.
whisky in coke or lemonade
one day we will work out how it is made
or explode everywhere in a shower of spray
Quiet lands in Kent destroyed for housing corrupt
Hundreds or thousands, they are putting them up
not for the homeless or a local need; No
for the rich boroughs of London for pure greed
Ethnic cleansing with corruption indeed
I dream of a country full of hope
a place where people find it easy to cope
instead of struggling to death with no hope
paying tax is what life is for
billionaires ridiculing people, especially the poor.
Do you ask yourself what is it all for?
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