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.
Step outside and parasites, of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh,
Unending statistics fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.
Afraid of death, we can not ourselves.
To is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
you woke this morning 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 hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make a noise to understand the silence,
like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind from the window,
it but not being touched by it.

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

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Up against the rows of grey robots who our lives
The things we 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 this part,
We were concerned with ideas, not and roll,
But we can't that arena,
It's a part of us even if we don't understand it.

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In attempts to they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we sing
Our of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that,
Everything that we 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 distortions are so
That everything 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 conform to mainstream values.
Lennon said "They hate you if you're clever and despise a fool",
He was right. Social intelligence requires agreement and compromise.

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

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

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

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, disguises. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? did you care?
a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm like this I wonder whether it's worth it.
and socialising.
Endless philosophising. What did you know? did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Surface agreements, statements of fact, trying to we can do it,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I just who can see through it.
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, devices. What did you know? What did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision, but losing our sight, endlessly solution,
But when I'm alone like this I wonder how much it's just institution.
What did you know? did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? did you care?
What did you know? What did you
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 tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care?
Another institution, another to bear. What did you know? What did you care?
etc. etc.

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Anything and can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself by itself.
There's no in just mouthing the words.
The token just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Creed.
Exclusive where the various tribes congratulate each other for doing fuck all
Will achieve but the strengthening of the status quo.
Punk has spawned another and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten Vicious thinking they'll change their world
With dyed hair and gestures. Nouveau wankers.
a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances,
A thousand empty faces waiting for empty stances.
How many times must we hear versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has one off the wrist?
the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If there was no government, there be chaos
Everybody running round, setting petrol off?
And if there was no police force, me what you'd do
If thirty thousand rioters came running you?
And who would the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't lay about without some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? fix my video?
If there no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And if I told you to Fxxk Off?
What if there's no army to a big invasion?
Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the local Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my Would I still get plastic bags?
If there were no hospitals, and no too,
If I'd broken both my legs, where I run to?
If there's no medication, if there no nurses,
people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?
And what if I told you to Off?
If there were no butchers shops, would people eat?
You'd have everybody if they didn't get their meat.
If there was no water, what people drink?
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of course never stink.
What about the children? Who'd them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us windows? When to take down doors?
Tell us make a of tea and survive the holocaust?
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The rock and roll says it's O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set to rape any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in
As the slave-boy out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration the Task Force
When so radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite?
Yesterday those wily creeps the status quo,
Today they and charm passageways to its very heart.
Where's the free in all that?
Where's the and aspiration?
have become corporations,
Social and media moulds,
of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all aspirins and shine beneath borrowed tans?
Are we really so dumb, so into submission
That not only are we to eat shit
We're also to say thanks for the privilege?
Why should we accept servility as a for dignity?
Why should we passively death as a bargain for living?
Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept pillage?
For Christ's sake take up bed and walk.
Let the blind see end the hear.
The rights of the are dependent upon
You your right as an individual.
People are so easily deluded into they've instrumented choice
in reality they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive observers do nothing but observe,
soak up creativity and say "Wow, that's me!",
Passively soak up and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
There are those who strive for and meaning;
Who for reason 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?
chance does anyone have when all the spaces are filled?
Sipping teas to the sound of Space Invaders.
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is today's Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, become it.
I've seen four old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre will become their lives.
The has so dampened people's anger.
The is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where the politics of were once created,
Are deserted at and the rulers sleep secure.
They are under no threat as as the people are sedated.
Those who suffer 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 lasts well into the pint.
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Entertainment is designed to gloss over problems
And very often those who profess dissent add to the deception.
Words are banded about, but always at the of the puppeteer.
Actionless sloganeering is just another Punch and show.
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Any information that we concerning the real world 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 us from seeing them.
We given the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to how many died
As long as their popularity ratings suffer,
For that reason we were shielded from the truth.
While the real is kept from us
We are exposed to constant pantomimes of and destruction.
in power are rightly aware that if we had access to the real facts
We would to be simply passive observers.
Media of Viet Nam created massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was 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 reports cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed fabrications of 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now filtering out a very different 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.
birth we are threatened and beaten into submission
By family, church, and state.
From then on we're game for the powermongers.
Like circus dogs 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 we are prevented from realising our own potential.
We are conditioned being passive observers.
If the ring-master war,
We have been conditioned to passively 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 not be maintained through passive acceptance.
Peace will require demonstrations of personal strength,
Constant effort, hard work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of those qualities 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 State destroys human will.
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Passive offer nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses need cutting back winter.
Freed from sedation, released bondage,
People would demonstrate own strength,
But the powerful elite are 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 gauge the effect that demands for may be having,
The are skilled at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so long people have saying "No more war",
But for all demands little has changed.
Seeing the Peace Movement was growing in strength,
appointed Heseltine as Minister of Defence.
One part 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 hollow against the wheels of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The spaces have always created by the gentle and caring,
To be later by bullies and egotists.
We can try to fill spaces with the strength of our love.
Gandhi it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy',
But it doesn't end there, is it enough.
Gandhi played a major in liberating India from Britain rule,
But conditions in India are still for the ordinary people.
Limiting Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy,
But if it is a demonstration of exclusivity it is a sham.
we seeking to destroy all forms of exclusivity?
Does our own oppression give us the to oppress others?
Unless we are to oppose all oppression,
We stand of direct contribution to it.
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The neo-fascist plunder our
And we must resist them on level.
As outsiders we few right with which to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
They have their law and those who it.
We only have ourselves and other.
They have their and those who impose it.
We have ourselves and each other.
It is easy to dismiss who seek peace as dreamers,
But isn't our whole culture built on dreams?
It is essential our dreams become a reality
Or there will to be one.
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Harrods boast that it can supply any whim that its wealthy might express,
Well let them supply me an missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll them the politics of choice.
Equality doesn't into the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the protective sheath of Thatcher's
The right, rich and privileged get richer
And they, in turn, support her policies both at home and overseas.
The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose
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Throughout the world millions of people are employed armaments,
Don't they realise that ordinary people like themselves who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labour?
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The obscene with their obscene wealth
Applaud the from their grandstand.
It's as if they were at Ascot laying bets;
Five to one on the Horsemen.
They believe that can buy them out of the responsibility
That they have for the world that bleed dry.
They are the true
The real in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit by
their fortunes rise and fall
In the neatly pin-striped trousers of the City.
Debutante whores in men's castles.
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The ruling elite their puppet figurehead
Queen Elizabeth the Second, Virgina,
Strut on the million of bodies
That they have sacrificed to gain position.
Who are these leaders but those who have violence pay?
Who are they but the of their ancestors greed and theft?
Their blood flags are rags to our future,
remnant of our individual rights.
These rulers are common and thieves,
But still we bow them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake where are we in all
We're given yet we court death.
For Christ's sake how How long, oh Lord, how long?
we lay prostrate before a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the stone might be resurrected.
We are expected to our lives for his
And join him in the ugliness of Christian guilt.
He hangs as a remainder of our own subjugation.
Let it be that he alone is Christ,
Those who emulate him shall suffer thus.
Each settlement is with that stupid image,
conscience nailed to that diet of corruption.
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Military acts are in those gory tales.
Tired Marines, edgy to fuck and sleep, are in his name.
Pious virgins in desire kneel in worship the myth.
In of their own death, they await his coming.
Sweet have mercy on me.
Jesus, they share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, share his misery.
his loaded deity.
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Over the world's population is starving,
Crucified by the of landowners,
Helpless against the imbalance of
Practiced by the major who, if they wanted to, could help.
Every of the day millions upon million of pounds
Are on the machinery of war.
If only a half of that was spent on the of peace,
There would be no more on this planet.
Yet pay no heed to the cries of suffering,
They perhaps make token gestures to their consciences,
But no improvements are made
Because to ensure control the superpowers to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are in their homelands
By seeking out new possessions.
Most of the of the so called developed nations
Has been gained at the expense of the Third
From whom natural resources, both and human,
Have unscrupulously exploited.
Peoples' pride and is burnt in Napalm
And flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and
By who use their power not to assist, but to oppress.
At the wave of a hand
These can, and do,
Send men to their death,
But not before others too have fallen from their and guns.
armies are invariably called 'peace keeping forces'.
The is as appalling as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, and secure
Make the lives of those fortunate a complete misery.
upon millions of people are dying from malnutrition
Because, to stabilise their economies, governments destroy food rather giving it to the needy.
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"Let them eat cake" Marie Antoinette
As she wiped the calf's blood her lips.
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"Proud to be British" said Thatcher
As she wiped the blood from her hands.
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The ruling elite have no concept of it is to suffer want,
Yet it is they who are responsible.
In a where there are people who can't afford a crust of bread,
arrogant scabs drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub into the faces of the poor,
But come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be by the people in the street.
In a sane society and possession would not be an asset.
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A few years ago a was on the radio
that no one in the UK suffered from want.
Next day I saw an old man pleading for a of coal;
His wife was of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped tea,
She lay cold and before the empty grate.
Every thousand of people die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too poor to alive.
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At times of national crisis always the poor who suffer.
"Back Britain" told
As the rich get richer and the get poorer.
At of international crisis it's the same story.
"Back Britain" told
As the get richer and the poor get killed.
In the event of a crisis,
The rich will to private bunkers with their wealth and possessions.
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The injustice of inequality is by the church.
With its tradition of finance from the
The church has always been
To that its flock remains servile.
"Repent ye or be devoured in the flames of hell."
Those very same flames that devoured their in countless religious wars.
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So often the church has hand in hand with the military
Casting its upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
stab of bayonet is God's word.
Each of steel is God's word.
Each torn limb and splash of is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our begotten sons.
sodden grave and sodding death is God's word.
For he so loved the he gave our only begotten sons.
For he so loved the world he gave our only sons.
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In Christian societies executions are attended by of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the electric and the gas-chamber
They administer Christ's blessing.
In America is injected into the blood-stream.
Another dies, jacked up by the state.
Another advance for civilisation.
One small for man.
One step for mankind.
For he so the world.
He gave us his begotten 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 laugh at the absurdity,
the obscenity, but the hysteria soon wears thin
And the tears wear a complexion.
Humour can diversion,
But it dilutes real
And nothing confronted.
We are by dangerous mad-people,
What's funny about that for fucks
The world is daily with annihilation,
Is that really something to be
The world is under threat.
this background of fear
We struggle to our own authority.
While being into conformity
We struggle to find our selves.
Of course I feel when I'm laughed at in the streets,
But I want to be one of them.
I to be an outsider,
At the same I'd like to come in out of the cold.
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overrules personal fears.
Against the scenario of total
We demand a sanity might save the world.
That alone excludes us from the of thought.
offers no solutions,
Quotes Mao or Stalin, Hitler or Marx
confirms the oppression.
I'm tired of experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They have always the same people,
Grey robots
Who would have us all share death.
is simply a justification for oppression,
Written by who practice it.
It is being changed and rewritten
To conform to the requirements of the elite.
A tempest of convenience that blasts the blistered bodies of the dead.
We at best 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 victory for the British spirit,
Nor an heroic defeat of a dictator.
It was a callous and savage piece of
Designed to up horrific domestic problems.
At a time when a peaceful was a possibility,
Thatcher personally ordered the sinking of the General
Killing three hundred men
And mutilating many more.
She did this her political neck required bloodshed
To prove her in releasing the Task Force.
The history books will not her as a cold-blooded murderer.
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I'm of the dull rationalisation of the politicians.
Weighed down with sums and inadequacies
I feel only anger and hatred for them.
How can anyone become so
How can anyone be so far from real values?
I only disgust for their twisted minds.
How can be achieved through threats of violence?
What kind of is there in that strait-jacket?
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The of those who oppress us
Is supported, maintained and
By those who are themselves the oppressed;
who, because they have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I feel anger the squaddy?
Weighed down his guns and inadequacies
I can feel only pity and 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 achieved if the fight to uphold
The of those who directly oppress them?
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We look one eye hoping the other won't see,
That way we only need with a half of it.
bloody ostriches, oblivious,
Not we are, but because we choose to be.
Most 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 just sit by this?
All the are there.
unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But who's Who cares?
Tamely the population is led down the road to total bondage.
Government is daily its powers.
who stand against it are ridiculed,
Discredited or and punished.
Those in power are cynical.
Rather than analysing the seriousness of the
simply strengthen the army and police to combat it
They are for the inevitable response.
It happened in Brixton, and Moss Side.
It happens in Northern Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime there has been increases in police brutality.
In London police shot a man
to find it was the wrong person.
We to inform you. Regret to inform you.
Regret to you. We regret to inform you
That another Christ was shot in the back of the head.
We to inform you. Regret to inform you,
another Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot today,
By agents of Her Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that 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 the positive danger of totalitarianism,
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one early.
With the cold of the pin ball arcade
flicked around as numbers by the hidden computers.
Software in the hardware. and filed.
We have no access to the information they 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 from us.
Our future is of no to the mega-corporations
Who determine the of our economic well-being.
Thatcher's require massive unemployment
Which makes her to 'support our boys' nothing but a fucking insult.
they were eight thousand miles away dying for her arrogance
She fabricated what was a complete of compassion.
When at home, jobless on the streets,
She doesn't a fuck for them.
Self determination and self are her big lines,
But just how of that does she offer to others
In her contemptible use of
She was prepared to world peace
Saying that it was for the self of the Falklanders,
very same people who over a year ago
She was prepared to without a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are forced to live in a fortress for further hostilities.
Thatcher has recently sanctioned a loan of one hundred million to Argentina
Claiming it was to stabilise world economy.
The purchase of Exocets and the development of nuclear potential
Should do much for world economy, but very little for security.
Just what the fuck was all that for?
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Thatcher has signed British self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install deadly missiles on British soil
Over which the Americans total control.
The American military is designed solely
To limit nuclear war Russia to the 'European Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are sold the lie of protection and deterrence.
American war planners have stated that they intend
To fight the World War on European soil;
Cruise greatly increase the danger of that happening.
Designed to avoid radar by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal strike weapon',
They also guarantee a response that would make Britain into a nuclear desert.
naivety is astounding. The experts seriously believe
That they will be able to war to the 'theatre'.
In this show the world will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies of 'limited tactical response'
And 'executive action' causing damage'.
These terms are borrowed from American counterparts
And are designed to mask the reality that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral damage' means civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on Britain that would amount to thirty-eight people.
Is it any wonder that crazy psychotics
Invent jargon to assist them in their studied
Every year hundreds of innocent still die horrific deaths
As a of the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is probably an all out nuclear war
destroy all life on planet Earth.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are of an existing reality;
The one that we allow to exist us.
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Secretary Heseltine disputes the kind of information that we offer
Claiming it has 'no basis in fact'.
There are no to describe the utter contempt
That we for people of his kind.
They sit in their of power
Distorting and all human decency.
How can they be so blatant?
How can they be so hypocritical?
Who is this Heseltine with his corrupt
Who is this Thatcher with her arrogant
hideous mutants cast their shadows
Across all is worthwhile and good.
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Cruise missile be installed because Thatcher has created some kind of deal 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 of that deal is,
It has made Britain America's front line,
The fifty-third State, no rights of citizenship.
To many people that not matter,
Fed birth on American propaganda and Hollywood trash,
The resistance are low.
As as we passively accept American domination
We can no real advance.
We are sold down the line.
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To many people the missiles and might not matter.
To many people nuclear reality is too to contemplate,
Yet for all people the looms constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are expected to accept nightmares.
Is really all that we can hope for as life?
Is this really all that we can 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 the holocaust to happen.
The is ended.
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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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The hardware produces in the last three decades
pollute the Earth for thousands of years.
A nuclear war destroy it.
Is that why the trees blossom?
You are and corrupting.
In condemning to the nuclear nightmare
Are you to accept the burning of tomorrow's unborn?
They know of this sorrow.
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Suffer little to come unto me.
Suffer little children to come me.
Suffer children to come unto me.
Suffer children to come unto me.
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In refusal to act against these hideous dangers
You are guilty of being the gutless observer.
Are you so inhuman that you let this happen?
a helpless bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance?
Take up your and see.
up your ears and hear.
Take up your and think.
up your life and act.
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It is up to us all as citizens of Earth
To towards the downfall of the powerful elite.
Their has created dreadful suffering.
Their precludes all reason and compassion,
They lie, and manipulate.
They are the maggots in the of decency,
The that pick at the bones of hope,
The of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
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must be stopped.
Why should people die for insanity?
Why should people starve for insanity?
Why should people suffer the spitefulness of their
We must not be by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose on every level,
To fight back in the that if we don't
We will have failed in our responsibility to itself.
It has before
That the have risen against the oppressor
to be beaten back.
But there have been cases where they 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 strength they have
Is the strength we give them.
It is you, the passive observer who has given them power.
You are being used and
And will be discarded as soon as they've bled what 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 during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince, to the squaddy replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".