Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The door open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers in the night.
Alone, the are enormous.
Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to on tiring flesh,
statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.
Afraid of death, we can not ourselves.
To is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't 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 used more that most.
Feelings the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
around in the spectacle, the grand social circus.

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

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We didn't expect to find ourselves playing part,
We concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't that 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 write love songs.
is it that we sing then?
Our of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that,
Everything we write is a love song.

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

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

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Those of us who stand out the status quo
Do so all odds.
We cling so together
Because we have little than ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're naive anarchists.
They hope to discredit us with labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies have those who are later celebrated as heroes,
In so bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he in utter misery, condemned 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 have gained so much power?
perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools?

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We've had from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our records that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I 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.
Whispered might not get through,
But cries of know no barriers.
But how long do we shout
Denied the airwaves, we trust in the to carry what we say.
But sometimes we've found shouting into the wind
we should have been confiding in each other.
It seems so absurd that we are the chance of ever being truly free.
The inequalities 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 population is starving?
There are so many things that might 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 of it rather than apart from it.

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, disguises. What did you know? What did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the lies to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm like this I wonder whether it's worth it.
and socialising.
Endless philosophising. did you know? What did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Surface agreements, of fact, trying to prove we can do it,
But sometimes when I'm alone 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? What did you
Holding the vision, but losing our sight, searching solution,
But sometimes when I'm alone this I wonder how much it's just institution.
What did you What did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you
What did you know? did you care?
become another word 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'. did you know? What did you care?
Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. did you know? What did you care?
institution, another cross to bear. What did you know? 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.
no point in just mouthing the words.
The tantrums just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Creed.
Exclusive clubs where the various tribes each other for doing fuck all
achieve nothing but the strengthening of the status quo.
Punk has another rock and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten imitations thinking they'll change their world
With dyed and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a thousand empty stages for their empty performances,
A thousand faces waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we hear rehashed versions of of the 5000
By whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Shuffle.
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If there was no government, wouldn't be chaos
Everybody running round, 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? Who'd mend my
Wouldn't lay about without some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my
If there were no prisons, well, where robbers go?
And what if I you to Fxxk Off?
What if there's no army to a big invasion?
Who'd clean the bogs and the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the pub? Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd out my dustbins? 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 there's no medication, if were no nurses,
people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?
And if I told you to Fxxk Off?
If there were no butchers shops, what would eat?
You'd have starving if they didn't get their meat.
If there was no water, what would people
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of MINE never stink.
What about the children? Who'd teach in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? them all the rules?
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 roll says it's O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic culture they can a mike to.
The rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder there was sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called radicals work hand in hand with the elite?
Yesterday those wily creeps rejected the quo,
Today smarm and charm passageways to its very heart.
Where's the individual in all that?
the hope and aspiration?
Identities become corporations,
egos and media moulds,
Scholars of ad-man's dreams. futures;
Must we all down aspirins and beneath borrowed tans?
Are we really so dumb, so cowered into
That not are we prepared to eat shit
We're also to say thanks for the privilege?
Why should we accept as a bargain for dignity?
Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for
Why accept this robbery of Why accept this pillage?
For sake take up your bed and walk.
Let the see end the deaf hear.
The rights of the individual are dependent
You realising right as an individual.
People are so easily deluded into they've instrumented choice
Where in they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive observers do nothing but observe,
Passively soak up and say "Wow, that's me!",
Passively 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 spend days the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder lost all sense of vision and possibility?
What chance anyone 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, become it.
I've four year old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that become their lives.
The television has so people's anger.
The population is by the flickering screen
And the streets, the politics of reality were once created,
Are deserted at and the rulers sleep secure.
are under no threat as long as the people are sedated.
Those who suffer from excessive intake of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub men have to piss up the wall
And the stench of lasts well into the next pint.
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is designed to gloss over real problems
And very often those who profess only add to the deception.
are banded about, but always at the whim of the puppeteer.
Actionless sloganeering is just another and Judy show.
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Any information that we receive concerning the real is carefully controlled,
Why else would fiction such licence?
We are to see endless theatrical deaths,
But when the real deaths started on the
Government censors prevented us from them.
We were the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in their political skins.
It didn't matter a to them how many died
As long as popularity ratings didn't suffer,
For that reason we were shielded from the truth.
the real violence is kept from us
We are exposed to pantomimes of death and destruction.
Those in are rightly aware that if we had access to the real facts
We would cease to be passive observers.
Media coverage of Viet Nam massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was aware of that when, embarking on the charade,
They press cards to anyone who they knew would not support their line.
Those who did travel to the Falklands their reports dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed of Britain's 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now filtering out paints a very picture.
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often been said that truth is the first casualty of war,
It is, but the same be said of life.
From birth we are threatened and beaten into
By family, church, and state.
From on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus we hunt out praise
Or, when our true nature finds its way to the
We hide in the darkness, our tails our legs.
At all costs we are from realising our own potential.
We are into being passive observers.
If the offers war,
We have been conditioned to accept it.
War can exist through passive acceptance.
It is nothing but a of the weakness of human will.
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If the clown peace
We will been conditioned to accept that too,
But peace can not and will not be maintained through acceptance.
Peace will require constant of personal strength,
effort, constant hard work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of those qualities were you taught in
Whereas war simply requires the as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires individuals to realise own potential,
The odds are hopelessly against because the State deliberately destroys will.
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Passive observers nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses need cutting before winter.
Freed from sedation, released bondage,
would demonstrate their own strength,
But the powerful are aware of this
And already tabs on those who they 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 the effect that demands for peace may be having,
The authorities are skilled at dissatisfaction.
For so long people have saying "No more war",
But for all demands little has changed.
Seeing that the Movement was growing in strength,
Thatcher appointed Heseltine as of Defence.
One specific of his job is to discredit CND,
Such is the nature of democraty.
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As pacifist we are too easily forced back tokenism,
Making hollow against the wheels of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The spaces have been created by the gentle and caring,
To be later filled by and egotists.
We can try to fill those spaces 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.
played a major role in liberating India from Britain rule,
But conditions in India are still for the ordinary people.
Limiting Greenham Peace Camp to women only is a political ploy,
But if it is a demonstration of sexual it is a sham.
we seeking to destroy all forms of exclusivity?
Does our own give us the right to oppress others?
Unless we are to oppose all oppression,
We guilty of direct contribution to it.
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The neo-fascist plunder our
And we resist them on every level.
As outsiders we have few right which to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
have their law and those who impose it.
We only have and each other.
They their order and those who impose it.
We only have ourselves and other.
It is to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers,
But isn't our whole culture built on past
It is essential our dreams become a reality
Or will cease to be one.
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boast that it can supply any whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving World child
And I'll tell the politics of choice.
Equality enter into the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the sheath of Thatcher's economy
The right, rich and privileged get even
And they, in turn, support her policies both at home 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 making armaments,
Don't they realise that it's ordinary people like themselves who'll suffer the of their filthy labour?
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The wealthy obscene with their wealth
Applaud the carnage 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.
They are the pornographers
The real stylists in perversion.
Rich educated sit dumbly by
Watching their rise and fall
In the pressed pin-striped trousers of the City.
whores in rich men's castles.
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The ruling elite with their figurehead
Elizabeth the Second, Regina Virgina,
Strut on the million of bodies
That they have sacrificed to their position.
Who are these leaders but those who have violence pay?
Who are but the inheritors of their ancestors greed and theft?
Their blood flags are rags to our future,
remnant of our individual rights.
These rulers are murderers and thieves,
But still we bow 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 given yet we court death.
For Christ's sake how How long, oh Lord, how long?
Still we lay prostrate a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the fool might be resurrected.
We are expected to our lives for his
And join him in the of perpetual Christian guilt.
He hangs there as a of our own subjugation.
Let it be that he alone is Christ,
Those who dare emulate him shall thus.
Each is spiked with that stupid image,
Each conscience nailed to that of corruption.
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Military acts are in those gory tales.
Tired Marines, to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name.
Pious in desire kneel in worship before the myth.
In anticipation of their own death, they his coming.
Jesus have mercy on me.
Sweet Jesus, they his agony.
Sweet Jesus, share his misery.
his loaded deity.
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Over half the world's is starving,
by the greed of landowners,
Helpless against the imbalance of
Practiced by the major powers who, if they wanted to, help.
Every minute of the day millions million of pounds
Are spent on the of war.
If a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace,
There would be no more on this planet.
Yet governments pay no heed to the of suffering,
They perhaps make gestures to appease their consciences,
But no real improvements are
to ensure control the superpowers need to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are in their homelands
By governments out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so called developed
Has been gained at the expense of the Third
whom natural resources, both mineral and human,
Have been exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is 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 of a gloved hand
people can, and do,
Send young men to death,
But not before others too have from their bayonets and guns.
armies are invariably called 'peace keeping forces'.
The hypocrisy is as as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, privileged and
Make the lives of those less a complete misery.
Million upon millions of are dying from malnutrition
Because, to stabilise economies, governments destroy food rather than giving it to the needy.
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"Let them eat cake" said Marie
As she wiped the blood 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 concept of 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 scabs drive in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub 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 society wealth and possession would not be an asset.
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A few ago a politician was on the radio
Saying 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.
in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea,
She lay and dead before the empty grate.
year thousand 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" we're
As the rich get and the poor get poorer.
At times of international it's the same story.
"Back Britain" told
As the get richer and the poor get killed.
In the of a nuclear crisis,
The rich will retreat to private bunkers with their and possessions.
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The injustice of inequality is by the church.
With its tradition of finance from the
The church has been obliged
To that its flock remains servile.
"Repent ye or be devoured in the flames of hell."
Those very same flames devoured their enemies in countless religious wars.
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So the church has marched hand in hand with the military
Casting its upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
Each stab of bayonet is word.
Each crash of is God's word.
Each torn limb and splash of blood is word.
For he so the world he gave our only begotten sons.
sodden grave and sodding death is God's word.
For he so loved the world he our only begotten sons.
For he so loved the world he our only begotten sons.
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In Christian societies are attended by representatives of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the electric and the gas-chamber
They their Christ's blessing.
In America is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, up by the state.
glorious advance for civilisation.
One small 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 supposed to deal these contradictions,
Confusions and lies? defy reason.
Oh yes, you can inwardly at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the hysteria wears thin
And the tears wear a complexion.
can offer diversion,
But it dilutes anger
And nothing confronted.
We are by dangerous mad-people,
What's about that for fucks sake?
The world is threatened with annihilation,
Is that really to be trivialased?
The world is constant threat.
Against this background of
We struggle to our own authority.
While being bludgeoned conformity
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 same time I'd to come in out of the cold.
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Urgency overrules fears.
Against the scenario of destruction
We demand a that might save the world.
That alone us from the mainstream of thought.
offers no solutions,
Quotes from Mao or Stalin, or Marx
confirms 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 simply a for oppression,
Written by those who it.
It is constantly changed and rewritten
To conform to the requirements of the elite.
A tempest of convenience that across the blistered bodies of the dead.
We receive at best only truths.
Most of what we see and is lies.
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The Falklands War was as it happened.
It was not a victory for the British spirit,
Nor an heroic defeat of a dictator.
It was a callous and savage piece of
to cover up horrific domestic problems.
At a when a peaceful settlement was a possibility,
Thatcher ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado
Killing three hundred men
And horribly mutilating more.
She did because her political neck required bloodshed
To prove her wisdom in releasing the Force.
The history books will not her as a cold-blooded murderer.
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I'm tired of the dull of the politicians.
Weighed down their sums and inadequacies
I feel anger and bellied hatred for them.
How can anyone become so
How can anyone be so far from real values?
I feel only disgust for twisted minds.
How can peace be achieved threats of violence?
What kind of hope is in that strait-jacket?
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The of those who oppress us
Is supported, and defended
By who are themselves 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?
Weighed down his guns and inadequacies
I can feel only pity and compassion.
How can be so distorted?
How can anyone be so far from human values?
I can feel pity for his twisted mind.
How can freedom be if the poor fight to uphold
The privileges of those who directly oppress
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We look through one eye hoping the other see,
That way we only deal with a half of it.
Like ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but because we to be.
Most people see the lies
But are too afraid to it.
It's so easier to be the passive observer.
How much can people afford to just sit by like 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 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 simply strengthen the and police to combat it
They are ready for the response.
It happened in Brixton, Toxteth and Side.
It happens daily in Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime there has been massive in police brutality.
In London shot down a man
Only to it was the wrong person.
We regret to inform you. to inform you.
Regret to you. We regret to inform you
today another Christ was shot in the back of the head.
We regret to inform you. Regret to you,
That another Christ, not yet ten years old, was today,
By agents of Her Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic bullets designed not to kill,
do.
I say that human were 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 cold mechanism of the pin 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 is of no concern to the mega-corporations
Who determine the of our economic well-being.
policies require massive unemployment
Which her order to 'support our boys' nothing but a fucking insult.
When they were eight thousand miles away for her arrogance
She fabricated what was a 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 just how much of does she offer to others
In her use of people?
She was prepared to world peace
that it was for the self determination of the Falklanders,
Those very same people who over a ago
She was to abandon without 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 that it was to stabilise economy.
The purchase of further Exocets and the development of potential
Should do much for economy, but very little for world security.
Just what the was all that bloodshed for?
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Thatcher has away British self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install cruise missiles on British soil
Over which the have total control.
The American military presence is solely
To limit war with Russia 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 World War on European soil;
Cruise missiles increase the danger of that happening.
Designed to avoid radar detection by skimming the surface,
Cruise missiles are as the ideal 'first strike weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response that would make Britain into a desert.
Military naivety is astounding. The seriously believe
they will be able to limit war to the 'theatre'.
In this particular the world will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies talk of tactical response'
And action' causing 'collateral damage'.
These terms are borrowed their American counterparts
And are designed to the ugly reality that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral simply means civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any that these crazy psychotics
Invent jargon to assist them in their studied
Every year hundreds of innocent people still die horrific
As a result of the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is probably that an all out war
Would destroy all life on Earth.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are talking of an reality;
The one that we to exist around us.
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Secretary Heseltine disputes the kind of information that we offer
Claiming it has 'no basis in fact'.
are no words to describe the utter contempt
That we for people of his kind.
sit in their seats of power
Distorting and all human decency.
How can they dare be so
How can dare be so hypocritical?
Who is this with his corrupt lies?
Who is Thatcher with her arrogant deceit?
These hideous mutants their shadows
Across all that is and good.
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Cruise missile will be installed because Thatcher has created some kind of deal Reagan.
We will probably never know the of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly involve some of economic juggling act,
The massive corporations political thumbscrews
On U.S. in Britain.
tanks in Afghanistan are nothing
Compared with the bargaining of American capital in the UK.
Whatever the nature of that is,
It has made Britain America's front line,
The fifty-third State, with no of citizenship.
To many people that not matter,
Fed from on American propaganda and Hollywood trash,
The resistance are low.
As long as we passively American domination
We can no real advance.
We are being sold the line.
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To many people the missiles and might not matter.
To many nuclear reality 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 we can hope for as life?
Is this all that we can hope for as death?
Maybe our don't matter that much,
But why impose our on future generations?
Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that there will be 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 talking of an reality,
The one we allow to exist around us.
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The nuclear hardware produces in the last decades
Will the Earth for thousands of years.
A nuclear war will it.
Is why the cherry trees blossom?
You are and corrupting.
In them to the nuclear nightmare
Are you to accept the burning of tomorrow's unborn?
know nothing of this sorrow.
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Suffer little children to unto me.
little children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to come me.
little children to come unto me.
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In your refusal to act these hideous dangers
You are guilty of the gutless passive observer.
Are you so inhuman that you let this happen?
Just a helpless bystander waving flag in mute acceptance?
up your eyes and see.
Take up ears and hear.
Take up mind and think.
Take up your 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 rule has dreadful suffering.
Their precludes all reason and compassion,
lie, trick 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 people die for their insanity?
Why should people for their insanity?
Why should people suffer the spitefulness of their
We must not be intimidated by the authority that they to have.
We must be prepared to them on every level,
To fight in the knowledge that if we don't
We will failed in our responsibility to life itself.
It has before
That the have risen against the oppressor
Only to be back.
But there have been cases where 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 that we give them.
It is you, the passive who has given them this power.
You are used and abused
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.
There is no but yourself.
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One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the War,
Was approached by Prince during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince, to witch the replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".