For Whom the Poll Tolls

charge

Once more unto the breach, dear friends

Once more the polling booth calls

A chance to exorcise the demon

Who has our country by the balls

 

Once more unto the breach

Carry forth the battle cry

Reverse Draconian policies

That said our weakest had to die

 

Stand up, be counted, be seen, be heard

Be part of something more

A movement taking back control

From Murdoch’s grey insectoid whore

 

We have an opportunity

We cannot let it slip away

We have to rid our country

Of these cunts who darken every day

 

Society has stumbled

What happens next is key

Whether on our feet and in the race

Or toppled to one knee

 

Once more unto the breach, dear friends

Each day we see this movement grow

Spreading word from mouth to ear

Making sure the people know

 

Once more unto the breach

We wont go silently into the night

We will not let the hate prevail

We will not bow to the fascist right

 

Onwards, upwards, join the ranks

Add your strength to the growing might

Then standing strong and standing tall

We’ll stand our ground and win this fight

 

Billy 21/4/17

 

No More Fighting Shadows

Pic. by Mizth

Pic. by Mizth

Tomorrow I’m starting again
All this emotional shite I’ve been fighting?
From now on it’s being put to the pen
It can form some new verse, rhythmic and deep
And I can bury it deep in the ‘then’

As if life could just be so breezy
I’d be able to switch off the burning flame inside
Just once, sleep without the usual feeling queasy
Life doesn’t work like that, but it’s always worth a try
They say nothing worthwhile comes easy

Who knows there could be some insight
Some fragments of an inner truth that opens up a door
Allowing shadows long hid to spill and be devoured by the light
Cleansed by illumination, wielding clarity like a blade
Demons exorcised by rapier rays so bright

It’s all in the watching eyes though
Being out in the open can only draw their gaze
Fear dancing in the eyes of those who cannot know
I can only do this if let myself be seen
And allow my Demons to be right out there on show

Can I ever find my own special place?
Where courage feeds the deepest soul’s desires
And I have the strength to fill my rightful space
Can I really fight the stigma that besets me?
And stand and stare it down, face to face

I’ll forgive you if you think I’m rather strange
I’d be thinking something similar if it wasn’t my own life
And I’d witnessed such a variable range
Now the question that I ask is “will you help me?”
That’s the only way that we will get society to change

19/03/15 Billy