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I love women! but the selfishness I do not understand
Why are they dissing Men using a child cause they can

A tool against their Dad just to have their own say
Disturbing all others feelings so she can have her way

Women are smart, sensitive, caring and so very kind
Until they listen to there Mothers, this is what I find

What they are having against men I haven't got a clue
Ignoring everyone's feelings why is this that they do

If they knew true love! they'd give the child their right
Letting them have their Father without putting up a fight

Adults all know what's going on, the Parents are their host
Why don't she understand? it's the children that suffer most

The therapy for every man! is responsibilities with his child
Mom keeping Dad happy and tame, or he just might turn wild

Man's feeling are as deep and caring, Women just don't know
If She consistently gets in his mind the relationship will grow

Satan's favorites are she who's weak causing conflict and pain
Creating chaos within the couple, it's patience being your gain

When they're keeping secrets and leaving us in the dark
Men act out feelings are hurt! it definitely leaves it's mark

Men not knowing how to act what they feel! throughout our nation
If the Women would always just go to him and have a conversation

Things would work out just fine and women wouldn't have to pout
Standing by her Mans side and not taking off, is what it's all about

How we forget
Those that have sacrificed lives
Died on foreign soil so we can reap the spoils
Of a war where we traded blood for oil
Or the tomb with the unmarked grave
With eyes that’ll never see the light of day
Or the pain in a child’s face
When her mom says her dad he’s gone away
How about the ones left to die praying for one more day
While we sit at the dinner table and we say grace
Nightmares in the night his heart it starts to race
Meanwhile the media they talk away
They say this is a price we had to pay
But they never spent a night in a foreign place
He watched his friends die for our misplaced hate
Or our blind faith in a leader who contemplates
To get rich before his eight years are up and he walks away
Promised to bring them home but still they stay
We voted for Obama to get a new change
Four years and he’s running again with a killer main event
They killed Osama and video- taped but how we forget
Still they stayed

Shall I compare thee to a wet Monday?
Thou art more miserable and dull.
Watching TV, on thy couch doest thou lie,
guzzling snacks, yet ne’er seem full.

Oft-times too much the effort proves,
exertion for usefulness to devote.
thy sluggish body hardly moves,
save to press the buttons on thy remote.

Apart from thy telly, and need to be fed,
thou seem’st not to have any cares.
Thou doest not a thing betwixt sofa and bed
save to haul thy fat arse up the stairs.

As for contribution to society, to rest some pride upon,
‘tis with regret I say to thee, thou art a slob and maketh none.

You ask me why do I cry, these tears upon the ground I spill
This wretchedness that grips my soul, what brings it all about
Look around my friend, look, before your eyes what do you see

In the gutters children dying, stomachs bloated, starved for food
The rich get richer, tables laden, only the best will do for them

People dying of diseases, medicines there are that could easily help
No insurance, we will not treat you, if you die that’s not our problem

Families splitting, children broken, take the blame upon themselves
All this pain and insecurities, and so the cycle begins again

Crime is rising, home invasions, even the elderly not safe at home
Streets not safe to walk day or night, drunken teens ready to fight

Judges, lawyers, police and more, upholders of all that’s just
So many bent and crooked, manage to turn a blind eye

Children innocent and young, preyed on by those who should protect
Priests and teachers abuse them, managed to slip between the cracks

You ask me why do I cry, these tears upon the ground I spill
This wretchedness that grips my soul, what brings it all about
This is but a small portion, evilness that grips the world
Only one can make a difference, only one can make a change
I keep praying that it happens, before it is all too late

There was a time when I was old
But now I feel much younger
There was a time I thought I knew it all
Then I realised I know nothing

Oh how blind in your arrogance
You boldly stride through life
The more you think you know it all
The less you really know

It is said that wisdom comes with age
But sometimes age comes on its own

Feed me, feed me, growls the machine
While it spews forth it's diesel fumes
Naked hunger shows through it's stance
As it claws and digs at the earth

Deeper it digs, never stopping once
Dirt piling up left and right
One by one mighty trucks roll up
To be loaded and take it away

All through the day and half of the night
The machine keeps digging away
Hunger not appeased, not satisfied
Until this land has been ripped open wide

In the shadows of the moon hides the ancient reptile,
Blood-starved eyes watching, biding its time,
Just waiting for you to make a mistake,
Any mistake will do...

Why?
I’ve asked myself the question a thousand times,
Why does the reptile prey upon us?
After all, it has everything, and I mean everything,
All the material wealth belongs to it,
All the lands, all the gold, all the silver, the brain-washing tool, ooops, I mean the ‘entertainment media’,
Why? Why? Why does the ancient reptile prey on us,
Hiding in the silhouette of its own Dracula moon?

I don’t at all claim to know the answers,
But one thing I do know,
The reptile knows nothing of pure, mother-love,
The reptile knows nothing of authentic friendship,
The reptile knows nothing of the joy of serving a fellow-being,
The reptile knows nothing about authentic peace of mind,
Thus, bereft of love, joy, and peace,
It literally tries in vain, to vicariously usurp what it can via preying on the innocents...

I had a dream it was something.

I felt the bond a connection a past a presence.

Legends told of greats who fell at the hands

of pompous Napoleon devilish little man.

I cry and wonder why

how great living the life

and spoils of the royal.

Now that all that remains is scattered

around the globe.


I wipe a tear leaving your shores of Marseilles

on a ship as a commoner.

to an uncertain destiny.

No castles no longer for we.

Money is the common currency that we all use
to purchase goods, helping our lives to be more
fullfilling, but over the years money has become
a lot more to certain business people who tend
to make money a god, they worship over everything

else, their wealth has become paramount even to
the fact they will destroy people's lives, making it
impossible to survive in this world of turmoil.
They will start wars if there is a profit to be made
and governments always want money from taxpayers

around the world, creating taxes that have no real
meaning but an excuse to obtain money from all.
Money as we know it seems to have lost it's value
and will not buy very much these days, creating a
breakdown in our lifestyles and causing, depression

poverty and death through suicide, because the
poor people cannot accept life anymore. The world
seems hell bent on the need for greed, rather than a
fairer society, it is all controlled by the power of money.

They took our food, they took our land
They robbed us of our pride
When the bodies started piling up
They kicked them to the side

Forced labour and enslavement
While the tall men had their wine
Onlookers from a golden view
Those men once on our side

No potatos in the pot
No cattle in the fields
Our ancient forests exported
To a land of wealth and greed

No medicine for the sick
No fuel for the fire
No shoes for our feet
In a country run by liars

No religion and no schools
Our language banned from speech
Our ancient music outlawed
Nothing left was free

With no hope left they soon would flee
Away across the ocean
To a land of hope and promise
Now the plan was set in motion

Goodbye cruel Isle forever
Good riddens to your foreign rule
We'll take our chances elsewhere
Never more to play the fool

We'll take our chances elsewhere
Forget your foreign rule...