Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The door open -
Across lines, invisible 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 ringed that in black.
It doesn't get much better, voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're on your own at night.
You've got to make a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen the window,
Seeing it but not touched by it.

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

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

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

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

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We for alternatives,
But the enormous power of the media makes it so
To establish foundations. Their lies and are so extreme
That becomes poisoned and corrupted.
We can become media personalities, but it is always on terms.
We're tired of living up to other expectations when our own are so much higher.
Intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't 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 narrower as the State becomes paranoid.
Under rule, conformity becomes the only security.
Fear is a powerful weapon human development.
Cowering in our temples of self there's chance of change;
The is aware of that. The bomb serves many functions.
If of the omnipotent God is no more,
The nuclear Father will govern his shepherd's crook,
Drawing his flock closer to the of the shadow of death.

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Those of us who stand out against the quo
Do so all odds.
We so closely together
Because we have little other ourselves.
Critics say that it's just rock 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 homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, by those very same people.
Why is it the kind and gentle are subjected 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 by fools?

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

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, disguises. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether worth it.
and socialising.
Endless philosophising. What did you know? 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 alone like this I just who can see through it.
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know? did you care?
What did you What did you care?
the vision, but losing our sight, endlessly searching solution,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder how much it's institution.
What did you know? What did you
did you know? What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
What did you know? did you care?
Anarchy's become another word for 'got 10p to spare?' did you know? What did you care?
way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you know? 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 of itself. Itself contained by itself.
There's no point in just the words.
The token tantrums aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Creed.
Exclusive clubs where the various tribes each other for doing fuck all
Will achieve nothing but the strengthening of the quo.
Punk has spawned another and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten imitations thinking they'll 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 must we hear rehashed versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If was no government, wouldn't there be chaos
running round, setting petrol bombs off?
And if there was no force, tell me what you'd do
If thirty thousand rioters came running after
And who would clean the sewers? mend my television?
people lay about without some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? fix my video?
If were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I you to Fxxk Off?
What if there's no to stop a big invasion?
clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my
Who'd empty out my Would I still get plastic bags?
If were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd broken both my legs, where I run to?
If no medication, if there were no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a lot? And who drive the hearses?
And what if I you to Fxxk Off?
If there were no butchers shops, what people eat?
You'd have everybody starving if they get their meat.
If there was no water, what would people
Who'd flush away the But of course MINE never stink.
What about the children? Who'd teach in the schools?
make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down
Tell us make a flask of tea and the holocaust?
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The rock and roll swindler says O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The rub their hands in glee
As the hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder was such sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called radicals work hand in hand with the elite?
Yesterday those wily rejected the status quo,
Today smarm and charm passageways to its very heart.
Where's the individual in all that?
Where's the and aspiration?
Identities become corporations,
Social egos and moulds,
Scholars of dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down aspirins and shine beneath borrowed
Are we so dumb, so cowered into submission
That not are we prepared to eat shit
We're also prepared to say thanks for the
Why should we accept servility as a bargain for
Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for
Why accept this of life? Why accept this pillage?
For Christ's sake up your bed and walk.
Let the see end the deaf hear.
The rights of the individual are dependent
You your right as an individual.
People are so easily deluded into thinking they've choice
Where in they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive observers do but passively observe,
Passively up creativity and say "Wow, that's me!",
Passively soak up and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
There are who strive for value and meaning;
Who search for reason and
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend days the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any they've lost all sense 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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is today's Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, become it.
I've four year old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the theatre that will become their lives.
The has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the screen
And the streets, the politics of reality were once created,
Are deserted at night and the rulers secure.
They are under no threat as 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 have to piss up the
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 only add to the deception.
Words are about, but always at the whim of the puppeteer.
Actionless sloganeering is just Punch and Judy show.
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Any information we receive concerning the real world is carefully controlled,
Why else would fiction have licence?
We are allowed to see theatrical deaths,
But when the deaths started on the Falklands
Government censors prevented us from them.
We were the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how died
As long as their popularity didn't suffer,
For that reason alone we were shielded the truth.
While the real violence is from us
We are exposed to pantomimes of death and destruction.
Those in power are aware that if we had access to the real facts
We would to be simply passive observers.
Media coverage of Viet Nam created massive in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was aware of that when, embarking on the charade,
They refused press cards to anyone who they knew would not support 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 that is now filtering out 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.
From birth we are threatened and beaten submission
By family, church, and state.
then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like circus dogs we hunt out praise
Or, when our nature finds its way to the surface
We in the darkness, our tails between our legs.
At all we are prevented from realising our own potential.
We are conditioned into passive observers.
If the offers war,
We have conditioned to passively accept it.
War can only exist passive acceptance.
It is but a demonstration of the weakness of human will.
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If the clown offered
We will have conditioned to accept that too,
But peace can not and will not be through passive acceptance.
will require constant demonstrations of personal strength,
Constant effort, hard work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
of those qualities were you taught in schoolroom?
Whereas war simply the masses as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires to realise their own potential,
The odds are hopelessly against because the deliberately destroys human will.
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Passive observers offer but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses cutting back before winter.
Freed from sedation, released bondage,
People would demonstrate own strength,
But the powerful elite are of this
And already have tabs on those who regard as subversives.
It is easy for them to out and intimidated us
And easier still for us not to bother.
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It is impossible to gauge the effect demands for peace may be having,
The authorities are at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so long people have saying "No more war",
But for all those demands has changed.
Seeing that the Peace was growing in strength,
Thatcher appointed as Minister of Defence.
One specific of his job is to discredit CND,
is the nature of Conservative democraty.
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As we are too easily forced back into tokenism,
Making gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The spaces always been created by the gentle and caring,
To be later filled by and egotists.
We can try to fill spaces with the strength of our love.
Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham 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 conditions in are still appaling for the ordinary people.
Limiting Greenham Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy,
But if it is a demonstration of exclusivity it is a sham.
Aren't we seeking to destroy all forms of
Does our own oppression give us the to oppress others?
Unless we are prepared to all oppression,
We stand guilty of direct to it.
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The neo-fascist our land
And we resist them on every level.
As outsiders we have few with which to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
They have their law and those who it.
We have ourselves and each other.
They have their order and who impose it.
We only have ourselves and other.
It is easy to dismiss those who seek as dreamers,
But our whole culture built on past dreams?
It is essential that our dreams become a
Or will cease to be one.
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Harrods boast that it can supply any whim its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll tell the politics of choice.
Equality doesn't enter into the of wealth.
Beneath the sheath of Thatcher's economy
The right, rich and privileged get even
And they, in turn, support her barbaric both at home and overseas.
The Falklands war Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose pocket?
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Throughout the world millions of are employed making armaments,
Don't they that it's ordinary people like themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour?
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The wealthy obscene with obscene wealth
Applaud the from their grandstand.
It's as if they were at Ascot laying their
to one on the Four Horsemen.
They believe that money can buy out of the responsibility
That they have for the world that they dry.
They are the true
The real stylists in perversion.
Rich educated sit dumbly by
Watching fortunes rise and fall
In the neatly pressed trousers of the City.
Debutante whores in men's castles.
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The ruling elite their puppet figurehead
Elizabeth the Second, Regina Virgina,
Strut about on the of bodies
That they have sacrificed to gain position.
Who are these leaders but those who have made violence
Who are they but the inheritors of their greed and theft?
Their blood stained flags are to our future,
Tattered of our individual rights.
These rulers are murderers and thieves,
But we bow before them.
For how will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks where are we in all this?
We're life yet we court death.
For Christ's how long? How long, oh Lord, how long?
Still we lay before a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the fool might be resurrected.
We are expected to bargain our for his
And join him in the ugliness of perpetual guilt.
He hangs as a remainder of our own subjugation.
Let it be that he alone is Christ,
who dare emulate him shall suffer thus.
Each is spiked with that stupid image,
Each conscience nailed to that of corruption.
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acts are bathed in those gory tales.
Tired Marines, to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name.
Pious virgins in desire in worship before the myth.
In anticipation of their own death, await his coming.
Sweet have mercy on me.
Sweet Jesus, share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, share his misery.
his loaded deity.
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Over half the world's is starving,
Crucified by the of landowners,
Helpless against the of priorities
Practiced by the powers who, if they wanted to, could help.
minute of the day millions upon million of pounds
Are spent on the of war.
If only a of that was spent on the machinery of peace,
There be no more starvation on this planet.
Yet governments pay no heed to the of suffering,
They perhaps token gestures to appease their consciences,
But no real are made
Because to control the superpowers need to maintain the imbalance.
are slaughtered in their homelands
By seeking out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so called nations
Has been gained at the of the Third World
From whom natural resources, both and human,
been unscrupulously exploited.
Peoples' and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And flame-throwers.
The poor and are raped and tormented
By leaders who use power not to assist, but to oppress.
At the of a gloved hand
These can, and do,
Send young men to death,
But not before others too have fallen from their and guns.
Such armies are invariably 'peace keeping forces'.
The is as appalling as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, privileged and
Make the lives of those less fortunate a misery.
Million upon millions of are dying from malnutrition
Because, to stabilise their economies, governments destroy food rather giving it to the needy.
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"Let eat cake" said Marie Antoinette
As she wiped the calf's from her lips.
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"Proud to be British" Margaret Thatcher
As she the Falkland's blood from her hands.
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The ruling elite have no of what it is to suffer want,
Yet it is who are directly responsible.
In a world where there are who can't afford a crust of bread,
These arrogant drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub shit the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when overt displays of wealth
not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society wealth and possession not be an asset.
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A few years ago a was on the radio
Saying no one in the UK suffered from want.
day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal;
His wife was of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the sipped breakfast tea,
She lay cold and dead before the grate.
Every thousand of people die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too poor to alive.
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At times of crisis it's always the poor who suffer.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get richer and the get poorer.
At times of international crisis 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 bunkers with their wealth and possessions.
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The injustice of is sanctioned by the church.
With its of finance from the gentry
The church has been obliged
To ensure that its flock servile.
"Repent ye sinners or be in the flames of hell."
Those very same flames that devoured their enemies in countless wars.
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So often the has marched hand in hand with the military
its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
Each stab of bayonet is word.
crash of steel is God's word.
Each torn limb and of blood is God's word.
For he so loved the world he our only begotten sons.
Each sodden grave and sodding is God's word.
For he so loved the he gave our only begotten sons.
For he so loved the world he gave our 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 administer Christ's blessing.
In America poison is into the blood-stream.
Another dies, jacked up by the state.
Another advance for civilisation.
One step for man.
One giant 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 supposed to deal with these contradictions,
Confusions and They defy reason.
Oh yes, you can laugh at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the hysteria soon wears
And the wear a colder complexion.
can offer diversion,
But it dilutes anger
And nothing confronted.
We are ruled by mad-people,
What's funny that for fucks sake?
The is daily threatened with annihilation,
Is that really something to be
The world is under threat.
Against background of fear
We struggle to our own authority.
While being bludgeoned into
We to find our inner selves.
Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm at in the streets,
But I want 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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Urgency overrules fears.
the scenario of total destruction
We demand a sanity might save the world.
That alone excludes us from the 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 the same people,
visionless robots
Who would us all share their death.
History is a justification for oppression,
Written by who practice it.
It is being constantly changed and
To to the requirements of the ruling elite.
A tempest of convenience that across the blistered 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 for the British spirit,
Nor an heroic of a fascist dictator.
It was a callous and piece of electioneering
Designed to cover up domestic problems.
At a time when a peaceful was a possibility,
personally ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado
Killing over hundred men
And horribly mutilating more.
She did this because her political neck required
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 of the dull rationalisation of the politicians.
Weighed down with their and inadequacies
I feel only anger and hatred for them.
How can anyone become so
How can anyone be so far real human values?
I feel only disgust for their minds.
How can peace be through threats of violence?
What kind of hope is there in strait-jacket?
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The authority of who oppress us
Is supported, maintained and
By those who are the most oppressed;
Those who, because have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I anger towards the squaddy?
down with his guns and inadequacies
I can feel pity and bellied compassion.
How can anyone be so
How can anyone be so far from real values?
I can feel pity for his twisted mind.
How can freedom be if the poor fight to uphold
The privileges of who directly oppress them?
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We through one eye hoping the other won't see,
That way we only deal with a half of it.
bloody ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but we choose to be.
people see through the lies
But are too afraid to 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 looking? Who cares?
Tamely the is being led down the road to total bondage.
Government is daily its powers.
Those who against it are ridiculed,
or abused and punished.
Those in are totally cynical.
Rather analysing 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 daily in Northern Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime has been massive increases in police brutality.
In police shot down a man
to find it was the wrong person.
We regret to inform you. Regret to you.
to inform you. We regret to inform you
That today another was shot in the back of the head.
We regret to inform you. Regret to you,
That Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot today,
By of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that 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,
Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by the computers.
in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We have no access to the information that have stored on us.
Ticker-tape alter egos, portraits.
We are another.
As individuals within that system we are arbitrary,
Wanted only for what can be taken us.
Our future is of no concern to the
Who determine the nature of our well-being.
policies require massive unemployment
Which makes her order to our boys' nothing but a fucking insult.
When they were eight thousand away dying for her arrogance
She fabricated what was a complete of compassion.
When they're at home, on the streets,
She doesn't a fuck for them.
Self determination and self are her big lines,
But just how much of that she offer to others
In her contemptible use of
She was to risk world peace
Saying it was for the self determination of the Falklanders,
Those very same people who a year ago
She was prepared to abandon a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are forced to live in a waiting for further hostilities.
Thatcher has recently sanctioned a loan of one hundred pounds to Argentina
that it was to stabilise world economy.
The purchase of Exocets and the development of nuclear potential
Should do much for economy, but very little for world security.
Just the fuck was all that 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 total control.
The military presence is designed solely
To limit nuclear war with Russia to the Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are sold the wicked lie of and deterrence.
American war planners repeatedly stated that they intend
To fight the Third World War on soil;
Cruise missiles greatly increase the of that happening.
Designed to avoid radar detection by the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal 'first weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response that would make into a nuclear desert.
Military naivety is astounding. The experts seriously
That they will be able to war to the 'theatre'.
In this particular the world will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies of 'limited tactical response'
And 'executive action' 'collateral damage'.
These terms are borrowed from their counterparts
And are designed to mask the ugly reality they describe.
In everyday 'collateral damage' simply means civilian deaths.
In the event of attack on Britain that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that these psychotics
Invent jargon to them in their studied madness?
Every year of innocent people still die horrific deaths
As a result of the dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is probably that an all out war
Would all life on planet Earth.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are talking of an existing
The one we allow to exist around us.
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Defence Secretary disputes the kind of information that we offer
Claiming that it has 'no in fact'.
There are no words to describe the contempt
That we for people of his kind.
They sit in their of power
Distorting and all human decency.
How can dare be so blatant?
How can dare be so hypocritical?
Who is this Heseltine his corrupt lies?
Who is this Thatcher with her deceit?
These hideous mutants cast shadows
Across all is worthwhile and good.
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Cruise missile will be installed because has created some kind of deal with Reagan.
We will probably never know the of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly some kind of economic juggling act,
The massive corporations political thumbscrews
On U.S. in Britain.
tanks in Afghanistan are nothing
Compared with the power of American capital in the UK.
Whatever the nature of that is,
It has made Britain into America's line,
The fifty-third State, no rights of citizenship.
To people that might not matter,
Fed from birth on American propaganda and trash,
The resistance are low.
As as we passively accept American domination
We can except no advance.
We are sold down the line.
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To many people the and warheads might not matter.
To many people nuclear is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all the reality looms constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are to accept those nightmares.
Is this really all that we can hope for as
Is this really all we can hope for as death?
Maybe our lives don't that much,
But why impose our madness on generations?
Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that will be future generations?
In your acceptance of it
You already 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 to exist around us.
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The nuclear hardware produces in the three decades
pollute the Earth for thousands of years.
A nuclear war destroy it.
Is that why the cherry trees
You are and corrupting.
In condemning them to the nuclear
Are you willing to accept the burning of unborn?
know nothing of this sorrow.
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Suffer little children to come me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
little children to come unto me.
Suffer children to come unto me.
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In your refusal to act against hideous dangers
You are guilty of being the passive observer.
Are you so inhuman that you will let happen?
Just a helpless waving your flag in mute acceptance?
up your eyes and see.
Take up ears and hear.
Take up your and think.
Take up life and act.
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It is up to us all as responsible citizens of
To work towards the downfall of the elite.
Their has created dreadful suffering.
Their insanity all reason and compassion,
They lie, and manipulate.
are the maggots in the flesh of decency,
The vultures that pick at the 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 people suffer the spitefulness of their greed?
We not be intimidated by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose on every level,
To fight back in the knowledge if we don't
We will failed in our responsibility to life itself.
It has happened
That the powerless have risen the oppressor
Only to be back.
But there been cases where they have succeeded.
is a just cause,
It is up to one of us, alone, to do our best.
We must learn to our fears.
We must realise that the 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 what they want from you. You must learn to live with your own conscience,
own morality,
own decision,
own self.
You can do it.
is no authority 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".