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Slide a rock down the ice
Don't those curling ladies look nice
Russians, Americans, Danish, Chinese, and English too
Turning their hand as they follow through
One has rocks of red
One has rocks of yellow
Kind of neat the Chinese were the yellow fellows
The Americans had red rocks as it matched our flag
Too bad their throws had to lag
They didn't slide and curl as good as the rest
Seems the east is better than the west
Eight rocks each to slide and bump
So far I have seen no one fall on their rump

The world is a very sad place at times to be,
many do not know of such hunger and sadness,
people do not want to be rich but just fed and free,
troubled areas in the world such madness,

Sudan a place I went back in eighty five,
working for Save the Children Fund as a coordinator,
seen so many skeletons walking or crawling alive,
images never forgotten in dreams they come much later,

When body bags have all gone,
placing lifeless children in plastic bags,
the stark darkness within sunlight they shone,
hands a shaking placing those tags,

That terrible smell of human stench,
old and young huddled together,
made your stomach really wrench,
images that remain with you forever,

looking down at that brown face and soft curls,
seeing the way they died malnutrition,
never again to feel another touch unfurled,
this is fact not dreams or superstition,

Nearly thirty years on and its still the same,
man made wars and natural disasters,
when will this world learn living life is not a game,
images of death still flash around from newscasters,

Austerity measures and how it ranks,
priveleged politicians with food a plenty,
so many now going to the food banks,
is this what my generation worked for, to be so empty,

My Fathers father fought in the last war,
wounded and his very life near spent,
worked and died before his pension he saw,
austerity measures is now this intent,

Now the idea of paying more in so you gain,
sliding scale of state pension due,
how many will make the score in the 68, 70, 75 game,
in proportion to population so very few,

How blind are we to be,
this distortion to the working class,
only the rich will ever see,
politicians and governments go kiss my a**.

I watched the opening ceremony of the 2014 Winter Olympics at Sochi
The red ring failed to open up into a ring
The colors of the rings as well as the white background
Can be found on all the flags of the world
This is our first time competing in Russia
We boycotted the games played in 1980
The colors of the rings are blue, black, and red on top
With yellow and green on the bottom
I like the winter olympics better than the summer Olympics
My favorite is the ski jump
I also like the bobsled, luge, speed skating(short track)
Curling, freestyle skiing, and snowboarding
I like to watch hockey live as I do watch the Dubuque Fighting Saints
But like baseball, it just doesn't appeal to me to watch it on tv
Norway has the most winter Olympic medals with 303
The United States of America has the second most with 253
Austria takes third place with 201
The work involved to be an Olympian is tremendous
I think just to represent your country is a huge accomplishment
I wish them all much success and safety
As some of the events can be very dangerous
Luge and ski jumping come to mind
The safest would have to be curling
I would like to try that one some day
Ski jumping
Forget it!

Together it’s
Apparent
We all see
What we get
There all along
No hidden doors
Or secret agendas
Insider trading
Kickbacks
Bribes
Corruption
Politics
Not clouding
Or blurring
Light
Vision
Truth
Promise
Prosperity
God Bless
Nothing

Into the bowels of the earth we descend
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal

Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and month now

Mum is counting on us as men
Since Dad died from consumption
Coughed every night, spat out blood
Now gone to be with Jesus

The work is hard, it's hot down here
To work by flickering candlelight
The dust so thick, you always taste it
It makes you cough and splutter

We've almost reached the coal face
When I can hear some rumbling
I turned my head to speak to Petey
When the world collapsed around me

I don't know how long I lay there
When sense returned to me
By the flickering light I could see
The roof caved in behind me

Now I don't know if Petey was safe
Or if Petey was buried under
But what I knew and the news was bad
This was a miner's worst nightmare

Not a breeze came through, no fresh air
The tunnel tightly sealed
I think I knew deep in my heart
My bones would find rest here

Time passed, don't know how long
The candle burned away
The last light my eyes did see
Then blackness all around

I had seen night and I'd seen black
But never before black like this
The silence too was deafening
A tear squeezed from my eye

I cannot cry, I am a man
But the tears slid down my cheeks
I told myself for Mum I cried
What will become of her

The air so stale, tis hard to breathe
My eyelids heavy, drooping
Slowly I drift off to sleep
Tomorrow I'll awake in heaven

Bustled Boys in dressed suits,
Swanky cars on the loose,
All houses big not small,
Are they the ones who play ball?
Standing watch them make a speech,
To everyone they speak,
Promises made without thought,
Are we the ones that lost,
They seem to list it down,
Who are what plays the clown?
Just one thing I would like to know,
Were in hell does it go,
Bustling boys playing games,
Quick to talk, all the same.

strange the world looks like a globe he turning turning arround my head. when he go stop i want see all colors of the Rainbow peace full in my head people turning arround like freaks searching for what they maybe never will find i see clowns freaks ghost all kind off stuff in my mind ohh lets stop this crazy idiot things out my mind

An englishman with stiff upper lip,
supposedly full of grace and mannners,
proud of stance but not too stiff,
we even had a King once, who stammers,

Our hearts are solid, like english oak,
we have all lived on this isle,
even our tailors are all bespoke,
some of us even have great style,

We have at one time owned the seas,
lower, middle and upper class,
a class distinction for all to see,
now times have changed, alas,

No different from any other,
history gave you an englishmans`s view,
now my friend I call you brother,
for your ancestry intermingles with new,

But still the myth of a gentlemans worth,
some still have all the grace and manners,
look at our politicians you can see their girth,
we are measured up by all the scammers,

Come to England and be worthwile,
our benefits system used to be the best,
open policy, has cultural style,
soon to change, our heritage lost, living here is quite a test,

An englishman still has his smile,
his manners still gentle and mild,
our feelings and emotions always on trial,
we endure, though sometimes wild,

Our language is spoken by so many in time,
this is our gift to the world,
"Hey brother can you spare a dime",
on this isle now poverty, homelessness, jobless all unfurled,

American people hear me now,
The time has come to make a vow,
Within our borders, there is a storm growing,
Nameless faces, never showing,

The time is now to make our stand,
And one day our children will understand,
The fight we fight, is for all to see,
The fight we fight, so our children will be free,

Things we learn and what we pass on,
Are slowly being taken, until they are gone,
They will seek to destroy in what we hold dear,
To hold us hostage, for us to live in fear,

Heartless souls with a false destiny,
Seeking their glory for eternity,
We the few who see the light,
Will never stop putting up a fight,

Through words of integrity of our strength and will,
The American people will never stand still,
To watch them destroy the fabric of this land,
Its something these people will never understand,

We the people its what we believe,
How this country was first conceived,
We salute the flag that flies so high,
It’s a feeling that we will never let die.

So bring your forces, try to take our rights,
We the people have you in our sights,
We are the ones that will save this land,
United we stand hand in hand.

Listen good and listen now,
This is THE AMERICAN PEOPLES FINAL VOW!