Lines of escape





I had lines of inspiration

when I awoke

but they fled with the crowd

into the smoke

I can smell the cordite and CS gas

from here

and the screams of the assaulted

are terrible to hear

for with our dissent

we have broken the covenant

that we would obey the government

when their order is

shut up and buy

and if you have no money

shut up and die

they talk about entitlement

when what they mean

is let them eat cake

to the populations complaints

they can’t  and won’t relate

to the scent of revolution

the tin pot dictators

can hear the pots ringing and banging in the streets

in may be time

for them

before its too late

to look for comfortable

lines of escape




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