Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The door stands -
Across lines, hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
Alone, the are enormous.
outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh,
Unending statistics that leaders, prisoners of their morality.
Afraid of death, we can not ourselves.
To is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get ripped up shouting in vain,
someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to the silence,
Screaming a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind from the window,
Seeing it but not touched by it.

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sometimes don't seem to mean much;
Of we've used more that most.
Feelings from the heart that have been and mocked,
Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand circus.

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Up against the rows of grey robots who our lives
The things we have to offer sometimes so frail.
As they plan and gain respectability,
We our creativity and are made outcasts.

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We didn't expect to find ourselves this part,
We concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't avoid arena,
It's become a part of us even if we understand it.

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In attempts to moderate they ask why we write love songs.
is it that we sing then?
Our love of life is total, we do is an expression of that,
Everything we write is a love song.

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We for alternatives,
But the enormous power of the media it so difficult
To establish foundations. Their lies and are so extreme
everything becomes poisoned and corrupted.
We can become personalities, but it is always on their terms.
We're of living up to other people's expectations when our own are so much higher.
Intelligence so easily dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values.
said "They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool",
He was right. Social intelligence requires agreement and compromise.

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The boundaries are narrower as the State becomes more paranoid.
Under authoritarian rule, conformity becomes the security.
Fear is a powerful weapon human development.
Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance of
The State is aware of that. The serves many functions.
If fear of the God is no more,
The nuclear Father will with his shepherd's crook,
Drawing his flock closer to the of the shadow of death.

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Those of us who out against the status quo
Do so all odds.
We so closely together
we have little other than ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that just naive anarchists.
They hope to us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later as heroes,
In so bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, by those very same people.
Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to and riducule?
How is it that the small and have gained so much power?
What perversion has taken place that we are governed by

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We've had problems from self-appointed from Bishops to MPs.
They've to ban our records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I we are.
What of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice?
For fucks sake, who are these
As if walls had one side.
Whispered intimacies not get through,
But cries of know no barriers.
But how long do we for?
the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say.
But sometimes found ourselves shouting into the wind
we should have been confiding in each other.
It seems so absurd we are denied the chance of ever being truly free.
The terrible inequalities of the of this earth
Make freedom at best a dream, at worst an privilege.
What space is there for and personal development
When over half the population is starving?
There are so many things might have been done,
But rooted on this spot in the desire to solution,
There's little to see and but the sighing and dying of our world.
But for suffering we have been a part of it rather than apart from it.

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, disguises. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you
Turning a eye to the lies just to keep it all together,
But when I'm alone like this I wonder whether it's worth it.
and socialising.
Endless philosophising. What did you know? What did you
What did you What did you care?
agreements, statements of fact, trying to prove we can do it,
But when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it.
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? did you care?
Holding the vision, but losing our sight, searching solution,
But sometimes when I'm like this I wonder how much it's just institution.
What did you What did you care?
What did you know? What did you
did you know? What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
Anarchy's become another word for 'got 10p to What did you know? What did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. did you know? What did you care?
Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you What did you care?
Another institution, another cross to bear. What did you What did you care?
etc. etc.

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Anything and everything can be so institutionalised,
A parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
There's no point in mouthing the words.
The token tantrums just enough,
Nor is and weed and the Positive Creed.
clubs where the various tribes congratulate each other for doing fuck all
Will achieve but the strengthening of the status quo.
has spawned another rock and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten Vicious imitations thinking change their world
dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a thousand stages waiting for their empty performances,
A thousand faces waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we hear rehashed of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has one off the wrist?
the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If there was no government, there be chaos
Everybody round, setting petrol bombs off?
And if there was no police force, me what you'd do
If thirty thousand came running after you?
And who would the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay without some supervision?
Who'd drive the engines? Who'd fix my video?
If were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I you to Fxxk Off?
What if no army to stop a big invasion?
Who'd the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the pub? Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my Would I still get plastic bags?
If were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd both my legs, where would I run to?
If there's no medication, if there no nurses,
Wouldn't die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?
And what if I you to Fxxk Off?
If there were no butchers shops, what people eat?
You'd have starving if they didn't get their meat.
If was no water, what would people drink?
Who'd away the you-know-what? But of course MINE never stink.
What about the Who'd teach them in the schools?
Who'd the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take doors?
Tell us make a of tea and survive the holocaust?
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The rock and roll swindler says O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to rape any culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub hands in glee
As the slave-boy out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Force
When so called radicals work hand in with the ruling elite?
Yesterday those creeps rejected the status quo,
Today they smarm and passageways to its very heart.
the free individual in all that?
Where's the hope and
have become corporations,
Social and media moulds,
of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down aspirins and shine beneath borrowed
Are we really so dumb, so cowered submission
That not are we prepared to eat shit
also prepared to say thanks for the privilege?
Why should we accept servility as a bargain for
Why should we passively death as a bargain for living?
Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept this
For Christ's take up your bed and walk.
Let the see end the deaf hear.
The of the individual are dependent upon
You realising your as an individual.
People are so easily deluded into thinking instrumented choice
in reality they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive do nothing but passively observe,
Passively soak up creativity and say "Wow, me!",
Passively up destruction and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
are those who strive for value and meaning;
Who search for reason and
Their are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've all sense of vision and possibility?
What chance anyone have when all the spaces are filled?
Sipping breakfast teas to the sound of Invaders.
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is today's Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, they it.
I've seen four year old conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that become their lives.
The television has so people's anger.
The is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, the politics of reality were once created,
Are at night and the rulers sleep secure.
are under no threat as long as the people are sedated.
Those who suffer head-aches from intake of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub where men to piss up the wall
And the stench of lasts well into the next pint.
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Entertainment is designed to over real problems
And very often those who profess dissent add to the deception.
Words are about, but always at the whim of the puppeteer.
Actionless sloganeering is just another Punch and show.
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Any information that we receive concerning the world is carefully controlled,
Why else would fiction have licence?
We are to see endless theatrical deaths,
But when the deaths started on the Falklands
Government censors us from seeing them.
We were given the excuse of Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in their political skins.
It didn't a fuck to them how many died
As long as popularity ratings didn't suffer,
For that reason alone we shielded from the truth.
While the real violence is kept us
We are exposed to constant pantomimes of and destruction.
Those in power are rightly aware if we had access to the real facts
We would to be simply passive observers.
Media coverage of Viet Nam massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was aware of that when, on the Falkland charade,
They refused press cards to anyone who knew would not support their line.
Those who did travel to the Falklands found their reports cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed of Britain's 'glorious war'.
The truth is now filtering out paints a very different picture.
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It's often been that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the could be said of life.
From birth we are threatened and beaten submission
By family, church, and state.
From then on we're easy for the powermongers.
Like circus dogs we hunt out praise
Or, when our true finds its way to the surface
We in the darkness, our tails between our legs.
At all costs we are from realising our own potential.
We are conditioned into being observers.
If the ring-master war,
We been conditioned to passively accept it.
War can only through passive acceptance.
It is nothing but a of the weakness of human will.
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If the clown peace
We will have conditioned to accept that too,
But peace can not and not be maintained through passive acceptance.
will require constant demonstrations of personal strength,
Constant effort, constant work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of qualities were you taught in schoolroom?
Whereas war requires the masses as cannon-fodder,
requires individuals to realise their own potential,
The odds are hopelessly against because the State deliberately human will.
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observers offer nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses cutting back before winter.
Freed from sedation, from bondage,
People would their own strength,
But the powerful elite are aware of
And already have tabs on those who they as subversives.
It is for them to single out and intimidated us
And easier for us simply not to bother.
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It is impossible to gauge the that demands for peace may be having,
The are skilled at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so long people have been "No more war",
But for all those little has changed.
Seeing that the Peace was growing in strength,
Thatcher Heseltine as Minister of Defence.
One specific part of his job is to CND,
Such is the nature of democraty.
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As pacifist we are too easily forced into tokenism,
Making hollow gestures against the of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The spaces have been created by the gentle and caring,
To be later by bullies and egotists.
We can try to those spaces with the strength of our love.
called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy',
But it doesn't end there, is it enough.
Gandhi played a major in liberating India from Britain rule,
But conditions in are still appaling for the ordinary people.
Greenham Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy,
But if it is a demonstration of sexual it is a sham.
Aren't we seeking to all forms of exclusivity?
Does our own oppression give us the right to oppress
we are prepared to oppose all oppression,
We guilty of direct contribution to it.
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The neo-fascist our land
And we must them on every level.
As outsiders we have few right with to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
They their law and those who impose it.
We only have and each other.
They have their order and who impose it.
We only have ourselves and other.
It is easy to dismiss those who peace as dreamers,
But isn't our culture built on past dreams?
It is essential that our dreams become a
Or there will to be one.
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Harrods boast that it can supply any whim that its wealthy might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet and a starving Third World child
And I'll them the politics of choice.
Equality doesn't into the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the protective sheath of Thatcher's
The right, rich and privileged get even
And they, in turn, support her barbaric policies both at and overseas.
The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in pocket?
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Throughout the world millions of people are employed armaments,
Don't they realise that it's ordinary people like themselves who'll suffer the effects of their labour?
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The wealthy obscene with their wealth
Applaud the carnage from grandstand.
It's as if they were at Ascot laying bets;
to one on the Four Horsemen.
They believe that money can buy out of the responsibility
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true
The stylists in human perversion.
Rich tarts sit dumbly by
their fortunes rise and fall
In the neatly pressed pin-striped of the City.
Debutante whores in men's castles.
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The ruling elite with puppet figurehead
Queen the Second, Regina Virgina,
Strut about on the million of
That they have sacrificed to gain position.
Who are leaders but those who have made violence pay?
Who are they but the inheritors of their greed and theft?
Their blood stained are rags to our future,
Tattered of our individual rights.
These rulers are murderers and thieves,
But still we bow them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, and Country?
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For sake where are we in all this?
We're given yet we court death.
For Christ's sake how How long, oh Lord, how long?
Still we lay prostrate before a stylised on a crucifix.
As if the stone might be resurrected.
We are expected to bargain our for his
And join him in the of perpetual Christian guilt.
He hangs as a remainder of our own subjugation.
Let it be known he alone is Christ,
who dare emulate him shall suffer thus.
Each settlement is spiked that stupid image,
Each conscience nailed to that of corruption.
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acts are bathed in those gory tales.
Tired Marines, edgy to fuck and sleep, are in his name.
Pious virgins in kneel in worship before the myth.
In anticipation of their own death, await his coming.
Sweet have mercy on me.
Jesus, they share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, share his misery.
Fuck his deity.
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Over the world's population is starving,
by the greed of landowners,
Helpless against the imbalance of
Practiced by the major powers who, if they to, could help.
Every of the day millions upon million of pounds
Are on the machinery of war.
If only a half of that was spent on the of peace,
There would be no more on this planet.
Yet governments pay no heed to the of suffering,
They perhaps make token to appease their consciences,
But no improvements are made
Because to ensure control the superpowers to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in homelands
By governments out new possessions.
of the wealth of the so called developed nations
Has gained at the expense of the Third World
From whom resources, both mineral and human,
Have been exploited.
Peoples' pride and is burnt in Napalm
And flame-throwers.
The poor and are raped and tormented
By who use their power not to assist, but to oppress.
At the of a gloved hand
These can, and do,
Send men to their death,
But not before others too fallen from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are invariably called 'peace forces'.
The hypocrisy is as as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, and secure
Make the lives of less fortunate a complete misery.
Million upon millions of people are from malnutrition
Because, to stabilise their economies, governments destroy food rather giving it to the needy.
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"Let them eat cake" Marie Antoinette
As she the calf's blood from her lips.
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"Proud to be British" said Margaret
As she wiped the Falkland's from her hands.
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The elite have no concept of what it is to suffer want,
Yet it is they who are responsible.
In a world where there are people who can't afford a of bread,
arrogant scabs drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses to rub shit into the faces of the poor,
But come a time when such overt displays of wealth
not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a society wealth and possession would not be an asset.
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A few years ago a politician was on the
Saying that no one in the UK from want.
Next day I saw an old man pleading for a of coal;
His was dying of cold and he was penniless.
in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea,
She lay cold and before the empty grate.
Every year thousand of die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too poor to alive.
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At times of national crisis it's always the who suffer.
"Back Britain" told
As the rich get and the poor get poorer.
At times of crisis it's the same story.
"Back Britain" told
As the rich get richer and the get killed.
In the event of a crisis,
The rich will retreat to private bunkers their wealth and possessions.
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The injustice of inequality is by the church.
its tradition of finance from the gentry
The has always been obliged
To ensure that its flock servile.
"Repent ye or be devoured in the flames of hell."
Those very same flames that their enemies in countless religious wars.
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So often the church has marched hand in with the military
Casting its upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
stab of bayonet is God's word.
Each crash of steel is word.
torn limb and splash of blood is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our begotten sons.
Each sodden and sodding death is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our begotten sons.
For he so loved the he gave our only begotten sons.
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In Christian societies executions are attended by of the church.
before the gallows, the electric chair and the gas-chamber
They administer their blessing.
In America poison is injected the blood-stream.
Another dies, jacked up by the state.
Another advance for civilisation.
One step for man.
One step for mankind.
For he so the world.
He gave us his only son
And we are expected so to do.
For he so the world.
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Violent, hypocrisy.
How is anyone to deal with these contradictions,
Confusions and lies? defy reason.
Oh yes, you can laugh at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the hysteria wears thin
And the tears wear a complexion.
Humour can diversion,
But it dilutes real
And nothing confronted.
We are by dangerous mad-people,
What's funny about for fucks sake?
The world is threatened with annihilation,
Is that really to be trivialased?
The world is under threat.
this background of fear
We to create our own authority.
While being into conformity
We struggle to our inner selves.
Of course I uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets,
But I don't to be one of them.
I to be an outsider,
At the time I'd like to come in out of the cold.
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overrules personal fears.
Against the scenario of total
We demand a sanity that might the world.
alone excludes us from the mainstream of thought.
History no solutions,
from Mao or Stalin, Hitler or Marx
Simply the oppression.
I'm of political experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They always been the same people,
Grey visionless
Who would us all share their death.
History is a justification for oppression,
Written by who practice it.
It is constantly changed and rewritten
To to the requirements of the ruling elite.
A tempest of convenience that blasts across the bodies of the dead.
We receive at best filtered truths.
Most of we see and hear is lies.
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The Falklands War was as it happened.
It was not a glorious victory for the spirit,
Nor an heroic of a fascist dictator.
It was a callous and savage piece of
Designed to up horrific domestic problems.
At a when a peaceful settlement was a possibility,
Thatcher personally the sinking of the General Belgrado
Killing over three men
And horribly many more.
She did this because her neck required bloodshed
To prove her wisdom in the Task Force.
The history will not document her as a cold-blooded murderer.
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I'm tired of the dull of the politicians.
Weighed down with their and inadequacies
I feel only anger and hatred for them.
How can anyone so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from human values?
I feel only disgust for their minds.
How can peace be achieved through threats of
What kind of hope is in that strait-jacket?
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The authority of who oppress us
Is supported, and defended
By those who are themselves the most
Those who, because they no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I anger towards the squaddy?
Weighed down his guns and inadequacies
I can feel only and bellied compassion.
How can be so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from human values?
I can only feel pity for his mind.
How can freedom be achieved if the poor to uphold
The privileges of who directly oppress them?
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We look through one eye hoping the won't see,
That way we need deal with a half of it.
Like ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but because we to be.
Most people see through the
But are too to admit it.
It's so much to be the passive observer.
How much longer can people afford to sit by like this?
All the are there.
unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But who's Who cares?
the population is being led down the road to total bondage.
Government is strengthening its powers.
who stand against it are ridiculed,
Discredited or and punished.
Those in power are cynical.
than analysing the seriousness of the problem
They strengthen the army and police to combat it
are ready for the inevitable response.
It happened in Brixton, and Moss Side.
It happens in Northern Ireland.
Thatcher's regime there has been massive increases in police brutality.
In London police down a man
to find it was the wrong person.
We to inform you. Regret to inform you.
Regret to inform you. We to inform you
That another Christ was shot in the back of the head.
We regret to you. Regret to inform you,
another Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot today,
By agents of Her Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic were designed not to kill,
do.
I say human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We to inform you.
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is a book about the positive danger of totalitarianism,
Under Thatcher's unfeeling the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin arcade
We're flicked around as by the hidden computers.
Software in the hardware. and filed.
We have no to the information that they have stored on us.
Ticker-tape alter egos, portraits.
We are another.
As individuals within that system we are arbitrary,
Wanted only for can be taken from us.
Our future is of no to the mega-corporations
Who the nature of our economic well-being.
policies require massive unemployment
Which makes her order to 'support our boys' but a fucking insult.
When they were eight thousand miles dying for her arrogance
She fabricated what was a complete of compassion.
When at home, jobless on the streets,
She doesn't give a for them.
Self and self enterprise are her big lines,
But how much of that does she offer to others
In her use of people?
She was prepared to risk world
Saying that it was for the self of the Falklanders,
Those very same who over a year ago
She was to abandon without a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are forced to live in a fortress for further hostilities.
Thatcher has recently a loan of one hundred million pounds to Argentina
Claiming that it was to stabilise economy.
The purchase of further Exocets and the of nuclear potential
Should do much for world economy, but little for world security.
Just what the fuck was all that for?
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has signed away British self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install deadly missiles on British soil
Over which the have total control.
The American military presence is solely
To limit nuclear war with to the 'European Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are the wicked lie of protection and deterrence.
American war planners have stated that they intend
To fight the Third World War on soil;
Cruise greatly increase the danger of that happening.
Designed to avoid detection by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal 'first weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response that would make Britain a nuclear desert.
Military is astounding. The experts seriously believe
That they will be to limit war to the 'theatre'.
In this particular show the world be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies talk of tactical response'
And 'executive action' causing damage'.
These terms are borrowed from American counterparts
And are designed to mask the ugly reality that describe.
In everyday language 'collateral damage' simply means deaths.
In the event of attack on Britain that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that these crazy
Invent jargon to assist them in studied madness?
Every hundreds of innocent people still die horrific deaths
As a result of the bombs dropped on and Nagasaki.
It is probably that an all out war
Would destroy all on planet Earth.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are of an existing reality;
The one that we allow to exist us.
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Defence Secretary Heseltine the kind of information that we offer
Claiming that it has 'no in fact'.
There are no to describe the utter contempt
we feel for people of his kind.
They sit in seats of power
Distorting and perverting all decency.
How can they dare be so
How can dare be so hypocritical?
Who is this Heseltine with his corrupt
Who is Thatcher with her arrogant deceit?
hideous mutants cast their shadows
Across all is worthwhile and good.
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Cruise missile will be installed Thatcher has created some kind of deal with Reagan.
We probably never know the details of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly involve kind of economic juggling act,
The corporations turning political thumbscrews
On U.S. in Britain.
Russian in Afghanistan are nothing
Compared with the bargaining of American capital in the UK.
the nature of that deal is,
It has made Britain into America's line,
The fifty-third State, with no of citizenship.
To many people that not matter,
Fed from birth on American propaganda and trash,
The resistance are low.
As as we passively accept American domination
We can no real advance.
We are being down the line.
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To people the missiles and warheads might not matter.
To many people nuclear is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all people the looms constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are expected to accept nightmares.
Is this really all that we can hope for as
Is this really all that we can for as death?
Maybe our lives matter that much,
But why impose our madness on generations?
Or is it perhaps that you no believe that there will be future generations?
In your passive of it
You have allowed the holocaust to happen.
The is ended.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are of an existing reality,
The one that we allow to around us.
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The nuclear produces in the last three decades
Will pollute the for thousands of years.
A nuclear war will it.
Is that why the cherry trees
You are and corrupting.
In them to the nuclear nightmare
Are you willing to the burning of tomorrow's unborn?
They nothing of this sorrow.
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Suffer children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
little children to come unto me.
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In your refusal to act against these hideous
You are guilty of being the gutless observer.
Are you so that you will let this happen?
Just a helpless bystander waving your flag in acceptance?
Take up your and see.
Take up your and hear.
Take up mind and think.
up your life and act.
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It is up to us all as citizens of Earth
To work towards the downfall of the elite.
Their has created dreadful suffering.
insanity precludes all reason and compassion,
They lie, and manipulate.
They are the maggots in the of decency,
The vultures that at the bones of hope,
The of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
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must be stopped.
Why should people die for insanity?
Why should people starve for their
Why should people suffer the spitefulness of greed?
We must not be intimidated by the that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on level,
To fight back in the that if we don't
We will failed in our responsibility to life itself.
It has happened
That the powerless have risen the oppressor
to be beaten back.
But there have been where they have succeeded.
is a just cause,
It is up to one of us, alone, to do our best.
We learn to overcome our fears.
We realise that the strength that they have
Is the strength that we them.
It is you, the passive who has given them this power.
You are being used and
And will be discarded as soon as they've bled they want from you. You must learn to live with your own conscience,
own morality,
own decision,
own self.
You can do it.
There is no but yourself.
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One squaddy, horrifically in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince, to the squaddy replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".