Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The door stands -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, streamers building in the night.
Alone, the are enormous.
Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on flesh,
Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of 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 ringed like in black.
It doesn't get better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a to understand the silence,
like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being by it.

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

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

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

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In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't love songs.
What is it that we sing
Our of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that,
Everything that we write is a song.

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We for alternatives,
But the enormous power of the makes it so difficult
To foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme
That becomes poisoned and corrupted.
We can become personalities, but it is always on their terms.
tired 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.
Lennon said "They hate you if you're and they despise a fool",
He was right. Social intelligence merely requires and compromise.

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The boundaries are becoming 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 little chance of change;
The State is aware of that. The bomb many functions.
If of the omnipotent God is no more,
The nuclear Father will with his shepherd's crook,
Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the of death.

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

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We've had problems from Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our records saying that a threat to decent society.
them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks can silence others by denying them their voice?
For fucks sake, who are these
As if only had one side.
intimacies might not get through,
But cries of know no barriers.
But how long do we shout
the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say.
But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the
When we should have been in each other.
It seems so absurd that we are denied the chance of ever truly free.
The terrible of the peoples of this earth
Make freedom at a dream, at worst an insulting privilege.
What is there for self-expression and personal development
When over half the world's population is
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 might have been a part of it rather than apart it.

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you
Turning a blind eye to the lies to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether it's it.
and socialising.
Endless philosophising. did you know? What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
Surface agreements, statements of fact, to prove we can do it,
But sometimes when I'm like this I wonder just who can see through it.
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you What did you care?
What did you know? did you care?
the vision, but losing our sight, endlessly searching solution,
But sometimes I'm alone like this I wonder how much it's just institution.
What did you know? What did you
What did you know? did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you
Anarchy's become another for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you What did you care?
Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. did you know? 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 poor parody of itself. Itself by itself.
There's no point in mouthing the words.
The token just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Creed.
Exclusive clubs where the various tribes congratulate other for doing fuck all
Will achieve nothing but the of the status quo.
Punk has another rock and roll elite,
Cheap Vicious imitations thinking they'll change their world
With hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their performances,
A thousand empty faces waiting for empty stances.
How many times must we hear rehashed versions of of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the
It's the Feeding of the 5 Shuffle.
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If was no government, wouldn't there be chaos
Everybody running round, petrol bombs off?
And if there was no police force, me what you'd do
If thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my
Wouldn't lay about without some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would go?
And what if I told you to Fxxk
What if no army to stop a big invasion?
clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags?
empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
If were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd broken both my legs, 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 if I told you to Fxxk Off?
If there were no butchers shops, what people eat?
have everybody starving if they didn't get their meat.
If there was no water, what people drink?
Who'd flush away the But of course MINE never stink.
What about the children? Who'd teach in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the
Who's us whitewash windows? When to take down doors?
Tell us make a flask of tea and the holocaust?
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The rock and swindler says it's O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic culture can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their in glee
As the hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder there was sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called work hand in hand with the ruling elite?
Yesterday those wily rejected the status quo,
Today they and charm passageways to its very heart.
Where's the free in all that?
Where's the hope and
have become corporations,
Social and media moulds,
Scholars of dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down aspirins and shine beneath tans?
Are we really so dumb, so cowered into
not only are we prepared to eat shit
We're also prepared to say thanks for the
Why should we accept servility as a for dignity?
Why should we passively accept death as a for living?
Why accept this robbery of life? Why this pillage?
For Christ's sake take up bed and walk.
Let the blind see end the hear.
The of the individual are dependent upon
You realising your as an individual.
People are so easily deluded thinking they've instrumented choice
in reality they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive observers do nothing but observe,
Passively up creativity and say "Wow, that's me!",
soak up destruction and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
There are those who strive for value and
Who search for and purpose;
Their are negated by the passive observers.
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They days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all of vision and possibility?
What chance does have when all the spaces are filled?
breakfast teas to the sound of Space Invaders.
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Television is Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, they it.
seen four year old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that will their lives.
The has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering
And the streets, where the politics of were once created,
Are deserted at night and the rulers secure.
are under no threat as long as the people are sedated.
Those who head-aches from excessive intake of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub where men have to up the wall
And the stench of urine well into the next pint.
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is designed to gloss over real problems
And very those who profess dissent only add to the deception.
are banded about, but always at the whim of the puppeteer.
Actionless sloganeering is another Punch and Judy show.
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Any that we receive concerning the real world is carefully controlled,
Why else would have such licence?
We are allowed to see theatrical deaths,
But when the real deaths started on the
Government censors prevented us from them.
We were given the excuse of 'National
By the lying shits who were interested in saving their political skins.
It matter a fuck to them how many died
As long as their popularity didn't suffer,
For reason alone we were shielded from the truth.
While the real is kept from us
We are exposed to constant of death and destruction.
Those in power are aware that if we had access to the real facts
We would cease to be simply observers.
coverage of Viet Nam created massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's was aware of that when, embarking on the Falkland charade,
They refused press cards to anyone who they knew would not their line.
Those who did travel to the Falklands found their dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed of Britain's 'glorious war'.
The that is now filtering out paints a very different picture.
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It's often been said that truth is the casualty of war,
It is, but the same could be of life.
birth we are threatened and beaten into submission
By family, church, and state.
From then on easy game for the powermongers.
pathetic circus dogs we hunt out praise
Or, when our true nature finds its way to the
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 offers war,
We have been conditioned to passively it.
War can only through passive acceptance.
It is nothing but a demonstration of the weakness of will.
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If the offered peace
We will been conditioned to accept that too,
But peace can not and will not be maintained through acceptance.
Peace require constant demonstrations of personal strength,
Constant effort, hard work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of those qualities were you in schoolroom?
Whereas war simply the masses as cannon-fodder,
Peace individuals to realise their own potential,
The odds are hopelessly against because the deliberately destroys human will.
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observers offer nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses cutting back before winter.
from sedation, released from bondage,
People would demonstrate own strength,
But the powerful elite are aware of
And already have tabs on those who they as subversives.
It is easy for to single out and intimidated us
And still for us simply not to bother.
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It is impossible to gauge the that demands for peace may be having,
The authorities are at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so people have been saying "No more war",
But for all those demands has changed.
Seeing the Peace Movement was growing in strength,
Thatcher appointed as Minister of Defence.
One specific part of his job is to CND,
is the nature of Conservative democraty.
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As pacifist we are too forced back into tokenism,
Making gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The spaces have always been by the gentle and caring,
To be filled by bullies and egotists.
We can try to fill spaces with the strength of our love.
Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy',
But it doesn't end there, is it enough.
Gandhi played a major role in liberating from Britain rule,
But in India are still appaling for the ordinary people.
Limiting Greenham Peace Camp to women only is a sensible ploy,
But if it is a of sexual exclusivity it is a sham.
Aren't we seeking to destroy all of exclusivity?
our own oppression give us the right to oppress others?
Unless we are to oppose all oppression,
We stand guilty of direct to it.
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The plunder our land
And we resist 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 and those who impose it.
We only have ourselves and other.
It is easy to those who seek peace as dreamers,
But isn't our whole culture built on past
It is essential that our dreams a reality
Or will cease to be one.
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Harrods boast that it can supply any whim that its wealthy clients 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 enter the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the protective of Thatcher's economy
The right, rich and privileged get richer
And they, in turn, her barbaric policies both at home and overseas.
The war cost Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose pocket?
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Throughout the world millions of are employed making armaments,
Don't realise that it's ordinary people like themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour?
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The wealthy with their obscene wealth
Applaud the from their grandstand.
as if they were at Ascot laying their bets;
Five to one on the Horsemen.
They believe that can buy them out of the responsibility
That have for the world that they bleed dry.
are the true pornographers
The stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated sit dumbly by
Watching 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 on the million of bodies
That they have to gain their position.
Who are these leaders but those who have made violence
Who are they but the inheritors of ancestors greed and theft?
blood stained flags are rags to our future,
Tattered remnant of our rights.
These rulers are common and thieves,
But we bow before them.
For how long will the masses be so manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake where are we in all
given life yet we court death.
For Christ's how long? 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 to bargain our lives for his
And join him in the of perpetual Christian guilt.
He there as a remainder of our own subjugation.
Let it be known he alone is Christ,
Those who emulate him shall suffer thus.
settlement is spiked with that stupid image,
Each nailed to that diet of corruption.
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Military acts are in those gory tales.
Marines, edgy to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name.
Pious in desire kneel in worship before the myth.
In anticipation of their own death, await his coming.
Sweet Jesus 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,
Crucified by the of landowners,
Helpless the imbalance of priorities
Practiced by the powers who, if they wanted to, could help.
Every minute of the day upon million of pounds
Are spent on the of war.
If only a half of that was spent on the of peace,
There would be no more starvation on planet.
Yet governments pay no to the cries of suffering,
They perhaps make token gestures to their consciences,
But no real are made
to ensure control the superpowers need to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in their
By seeking out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so developed nations
Has been at the expense of the Third World
From whom natural resources, both and human,
Have unscrupulously exploited.
Peoples' pride and is burnt in Napalm
And flame-throwers.
The poor and are raped and tormented
By leaders who use their not to assist, but to oppress.
At the wave of a hand
These can, and do,
Send men to their death,
But not before too have fallen from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are called 'peace keeping forces'.
The is as appalling as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, privileged and
Make the of those less fortunate a complete misery.
Million upon millions of people are dying from
Because, to their economies, governments destroy food rather than giving it to the needy.
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"Let them eat cake" Marie Antoinette
As she wiped the blood from her lips.
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"Proud to be British" Margaret Thatcher
As she wiped the Falkland's blood her hands.
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The ruling elite have no of what it is to suffer want,
Yet it is they who are responsible.
In a world where there are people who afford a crust of bread,
These scabs drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it them to rub shit into the faces of the poor,
But there'll a time when such overt displays of wealth
not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society wealth and would not be an asset.
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A few years ago a politician was on the
that no one in the UK suffered from want.
Next day I saw an old man for a handful of coal;
His was dying of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped tea,
She lay and dead before the empty grate.
Every year of people die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too to stay alive.
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At times of national crisis always the poor who suffer.
"Back Britain" told
As the rich get and the poor get poorer.
At times of international crisis the same story.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get and the poor get killed.
In the event of a crisis,
The rich will retreat to private bunkers with their and possessions.
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The injustice of is sanctioned by the church.
With its tradition of from the gentry
The church has always been
To ensure its flock remains servile.
"Repent ye or be devoured in the flames of hell."
Those very flames that devoured their enemies in countless religious wars.
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So often the church has marched hand in hand with the
its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
Each stab of bayonet is word.
Each crash of steel is word.
Each torn limb and splash of blood is word.
For he so loved the world he our only begotten sons.
Each sodden and sodding death is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our only sons.
For he so loved the he gave our only begotten sons.
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In societies executions are attended by representatives of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the chair and the gas-chamber
They their Christ's blessing.
In poison is injected into 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 us his only begotten 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 inwardly at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the hysteria soon thin
And the wear a colder complexion.
Humour can diversion,
But it dilutes anger
And gets confronted.
We are ruled by mad-people,
What's funny about that for fucks
The world is threatened with annihilation,
Is that really to be trivialased?
The is under constant threat.
Against background of fear
We to create our own authority.
While being into conformity
We to find 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 same time I'd to come in out of the cold.
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Urgency overrules fears.
Against the of total destruction
We demand a sanity might save 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 have always been the people,
Grey robots
Who would us all share their death.
History is a justification for oppression,
Written by who practice it.
It is being constantly and rewritten
To conform to the requirements of the elite.
A tempest of convenience that blasts the blistered bodies of the dead.
We receive at only filtered truths.
of what we see and hear is lies.
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The War was rewritten as it happened.
It was not a glorious victory for the spirit,
Nor an heroic defeat of a dictator.
It was a callous and piece of electioneering
Designed to up horrific domestic problems.
At a time when a peaceful was a possibility,
personally ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado
Killing over three men
And horribly mutilating more.
She did this because her political required bloodshed
To her wisdom in releasing the Task Force.
The history books not document her as a cold-blooded murderer.
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I'm tired of the dull of the politicians.
down with their sums and inadequacies
I feel only anger and hatred for them.
How can become so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from real 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, maintained and
By those who are themselves the oppressed;
Those who, they have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I feel 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 real human
I can only feel pity for his mind.
How can freedom be achieved if the poor to uphold
The privileges of those who oppress them?
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We look one eye hoping the other won't see,
That way we only need deal with a of it.
Like ostriches, oblivious,
Not we are, but because we choose to be.
Most people see the lies
But are too afraid to it.
It's so easier to be the passive observer.
How much longer can people afford to just sit by this?
All the are there.
unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But who's Who cares?
Tamely the is being led down the road to total bondage.
Government is daily its powers.
Those who against it are ridiculed,
Discredited or and punished.
Those in power are cynical.
Rather than the seriousness of the problem
They simply strengthen the army and police to it
They are for the inevitable response.
It happened in Brixton, Toxteth and Side.
It happens in Northern Ireland.
Thatcher's regime there has been massive increases in police brutality.
In police shot down a man
Only to find it was the person.
We to inform you. Regret to inform you.
to inform you. We regret to inform you
That today another Christ was shot in the 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 plastic bullets were designed not to kill,
do.
I say that human beings not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We to inform you.
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1984 is a book about the positive of totalitarianism,
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one early.
With the cold of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as by the hidden computers.
in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We have no access to the that they have stored on us.
alter egos, print-out portraits.
We are another.
As within that mechanical system we are arbitrary,
Wanted only for what can be taken us.
Our future is of no concern to the
Who the nature of our economic well-being.
policies require massive unemployment
Which makes her to 'support our boys' nothing but a fucking insult.
When they were eight thousand miles dying for her arrogance
She what was a complete mockery of compassion.
they're at home, jobless on the streets,
She give a fuck for them.
Self determination and enterprise are her big lines,
But how much of that does she offer to others
In her contemptible use of
She was prepared to world peace
Saying it was for the self determination of the Falklanders,
very same people who over a year ago
She was prepared to abandon a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
are forced to live in a fortress waiting for further hostilities.
Thatcher has recently sanctioned a loan of one hundred pounds to Argentina
Claiming it was to stabilise world economy.
The purchase of further and the development of nuclear potential
Should do much for economy, but very little for world security.
Just what the fuck was all bloodshed for?
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Thatcher has signed away British in one single stroke.
She has agreed to deadly cruise missiles on British soil
Over which the Americans have control.
The American presence is designed solely
To limit nuclear war with Russia to the Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are the wicked lie of protection and deterrence.
American war planners repeatedly stated that they intend
To fight the Third World War on soil;
Cruise missiles increase the danger of that happening.
Designed to avoid radar by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal 'first weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response that make Britain into a nuclear desert.
Military is astounding. The experts seriously believe
That they be able to limit war to the 'theatre'.
In this particular show the will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies talk of 'limited tactical
And 'executive causing 'collateral damage'.
These terms are borrowed from American counterparts
And are designed to mask the reality that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral simply means civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on Britain that would amount to million people.
Is it any wonder these crazy psychotics
jargon to assist them in their studied madness?
Every year hundreds of innocent people still die deaths
As a result of the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is that an all out nuclear 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 to exist around us.
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Defence Heseltine disputes the kind of information that we offer
Claiming that it has 'no in fact'.
There are no to describe the utter contempt
That we feel for of his kind.
sit in their seats of power
Distorting and perverting all decency.
How can they be so blatant?
How can they be so hypocritical?
Who is Heseltine with his corrupt lies?
Who is this Thatcher with her deceit?
These hideous cast their shadows
all that is worthwhile and good.
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Cruise missile will be installed because Thatcher has created some kind of with Reagan.
We will probably never the details of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly involve kind of economic juggling act,
The massive corporations turning political
On U.S. in Britain.
tanks in Afghanistan are nothing
Compared with the bargaining power of American in the UK.
Whatever the nature of deal is,
It has made Britain into front line,
The State, with no rights of citizenship.
To many people might not matter,
Fed from on American propaganda and Hollywood trash,
The resistance are low.
As long as we accept American domination
We can except no advance.
We are sold down the line.
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To many people the missiles and might not matter.
To people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all people the reality constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are expected to accept nightmares.
Is this really all we can hope for as life?
Is this really all that we can hope for as
Maybe our lives don't matter much,
But why impose our on future generations?
Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that will be future generations?
In your acceptance of it
You have already allowed the 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 to exist around us.
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The hardware produces in the last three decades
Will pollute the for thousands of years.
A nuclear war destroy it.
Is that why the cherry trees
You are and corrupting.
In them to the nuclear nightmare
Are you to accept the burning of tomorrow's unborn?
They nothing of this sorrow.
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Suffer children to come unto me.
little children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
Suffer little to come unto me.
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In your refusal to act these hideous dangers
You are of being the gutless passive observer.
Are you so inhuman that you will let happen?
Just a bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance?
Take up your and see.
up your ears and hear.
Take up your and think.
Take up your and act.
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It is up to us all as responsible of Earth
To work the downfall of the powerful elite.
Their rule has dreadful suffering.
insanity precludes all reason and compassion,
They lie, and manipulate.
are the maggots in the flesh of decency,
The vultures pick at the bones of hope,
The of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
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They be stopped.
Why should people die for insanity?
Why should people starve for their
Why should people the spitefulness of their greed?
We must not be by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on level,
To fight back in the knowledge that if we
We will have failed in our to life itself.
It has before
That the have risen against the oppressor
to be beaten back.
But there have been where they have succeeded.
Ours is a cause,
It is up to one of us, alone, to do our best.
We must to overcome our fears.
We must realise that the that they have
Is the strength that we them.
It is you, the observer who has given them this power.
You are used and abused
And will be as soon as they've bled what 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 Prince Charles a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince, to witch the replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".