Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

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

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

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

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

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

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We for alternatives,
But the enormous power of the media it so difficult
To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so
That everything becomes and corrupted.
We can become personalities, but it is always on their terms.
We're tired of living up to other people's expectations when our own are so higher.
Intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it conform to mainstream values.
Lennon said "They hate you if you're and they despise a fool",
He was right. Social merely requires agreement and compromise.

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

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

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had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our records saying that we're a 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 walls had one side.
intimacies might not get through,
But cries of know no barriers.
But how do we shout for?
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 denied the chance of ever being free.
The terrible of the peoples of this earth
Make at best a dream, at worst an insulting privilege.
What space is for self-expression and personal development
When over half the world's population is
There are so things that might have been done,
But rooted on this in the desire to find solution,
There's little to see and feel but the and dying of our world.
But for suffering we might been a part of it rather than apart from it.

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. What did you know? What did you
What did you What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the just to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm alone this I wonder whether it's worth it.
and socialising.
Endless philosophising. What did you know? did you care?
What did you What did you care?
agreements, statements of fact, trying to prove we can do it,
But when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it.
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know? What did you
What did you know? did you care?
Holding the vision, but our sight, endlessly 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 What did you care?
What did you What did you care?
Anarchy's become another word for 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?
Another institution, cross 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 of itself. Itself contained by itself.
There's no in just mouthing the words.
The tantrums just aren't enough,
Nor is and weed and the Positive Creed.
Exclusive clubs where the various tribes congratulate each other for doing all
achieve nothing but the strengthening of the status quo.
Punk has another rock and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten Vicious imitations they'll change their world
With dyed hair and gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a thousand empty stages for their empty performances,
A empty faces waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we hear versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If there was no government, wouldn't be chaos
running round, setting petrol bombs off?
And if there was no police force, tell me you'd do
If thirty thousand rioters came running after
And who would clean the sewers? mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without some
Who'd drive the fire engines? fix my video?
If were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you to Fxxk
What if there's no to stop a big invasion?
Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the local Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I get plastic bags?
If were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd both my legs, where would I run to?
If there's no medication, if 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 shops, what would people eat?
You'd everybody starving if they didn't get their meat.
If there was no water, what would people
Who'd flush away the But of course MINE never stink.
What the children? Who'd teach them in the schools?
make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take doors?
Tell us a flask of tea and survive the holocaust?
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The rock and roll swindler says O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic they can plug a mike to.
The rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called radicals work hand in with the ruling elite?
Yesterday wily creeps rejected the status quo,
Today they smarm and charm to its very heart.
Where's the free in all that?
the hope and aspiration?
Identities have corporations,
Social and media moulds,
of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down aspirins and shine beneath tans?
Are we so dumb, so cowered into submission
That not only are we prepared to eat
We're prepared to say thanks for the privilege?
Why we accept servility as a bargain for dignity?
Why we passively accept death as a bargain for living?
Why accept this of life? Why accept this pillage?
For Christ's take up your bed and walk.
Let the blind see end the hear.
The of the individual are dependent upon
You realising right as an individual.
are so easily deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice
Where in reality they're but passive observers.
Passive observers do nothing but observe,
soak up creativity and say "Wow, that's me!",
Passively up destruction and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
There are who strive for value and meaning;
Who search for reason and
Their efforts are negated by the 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?
Sipping breakfast to the sound of Space Invaders.
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is today's Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, they it.
I've seen four year old children conforming to roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that will become lives.
The television has so people's anger.
The population is by the flickering screen
And the streets, where the politics of were once created,
Are deserted at and the rulers sleep secure.
are under no threat as long as the people are sedated.
Those who head-aches from excessive intake of electrons are prescribed valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub where men to piss 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.
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 world is controlled,
Why else would have such licence?
We are allowed to see theatrical deaths,
But when the real started on the Falklands
Government censors us from seeing them.
We were given the excuse of 'National
By the lying shits who were interested in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to how many died
As as their popularity ratings didn't suffer,
For reason alone we were shielded from the truth.
While the real violence is kept 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 cease to be simply passive observers.
Media coverage of Viet Nam massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was aware of that when, on the Falkland charade,
They refused press cards to anyone who they knew would not their line.
who did travel to the Falklands found their reports dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed fabrications of 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now out paints a very different picture.
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It's often been said that truth is the first of war,
It is, but the same could be of life.
From birth we are threatened and into submission
By family, church, and state.
From then on easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we out praise
Or, when our nature finds its way to the surface
We hide in the darkness, our tails our legs.
At all costs we are prevented from our own potential.
We are conditioned into passive observers.
If the offers war,
We have conditioned to passively accept it.
War can only through passive acceptance.
It is nothing but a demonstration of the weakness of will.
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If the offered peace
We will have been to accept that too,
But peace can not and not be maintained through passive acceptance.
Peace will require constant of personal strength,
Constant effort, constant work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of those qualities you taught in schoolroom?
Whereas war requires the masses as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires individuals to their own potential,
The odds are hopelessly against because the State deliberately human will.
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Passive observers nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds weeding, the roses need cutting back before winter.
Freed sedation, released from bondage,
People would their own strength,
But the powerful elite are aware of
And already have on those who they regard as subversives.
It is easy for to single out and intimidated us
And easier for us simply not to bother.
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It is impossible to gauge the that demands for peace may be having,
The authorities are at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so people have been saying "No more war",
But for all demands little has changed.
Seeing that the Peace was growing in strength,
Thatcher appointed as Minister of Defence.
One part of his job is to discredit CND,
Such is the of Conservative democraty.
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As we are too easily forced back into tokenism,
Making hollow gestures 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 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 a major role in liberating India from Britain rule,
But conditions in India are appaling for the ordinary people.
Limiting Greenham Peace Camp to women only is a sensible ploy,
But if it is a of sexual exclusivity it is a sham.
Aren't we seeking to all forms of exclusivity?
Does our own oppression give us the to oppress others?
we are prepared to oppose all oppression,
We stand of direct contribution to it.
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The neo-fascist plunder our
And we must them on every level.
As outsiders we have few right with to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
have their law and those who impose it.
We only have ourselves and other.
They have their order and who impose it.
We only have ourselves and other.
It is easy to dismiss those who peace as dreamers,
But isn't our whole culture built on past
It is essential that our become a reality
Or there cease to be one.
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Harrods boast it can supply any whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third child
And I'll tell the politics of choice.
Equality doesn't enter the ghettos of wealth.
Beneath the protective sheath of Thatcher's
The right, rich and get even richer
And they, in turn, support her barbaric policies both at and overseas.
The Falklands war cost Britain sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose pocket?
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Throughout the world of people 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 their obscene wealth
Applaud the from their grandstand.
as if they were at Ascot laying their bets;
Five to one on the Horsemen.
They believe that can buy them out of the responsibility
That they have for the world that they dry.
They are the pornographers
The real in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit by
Watching fortunes rise and fall
In the neatly pressed trousers of the City.
Debutante in rich men's castles.
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The elite with their puppet figurehead
Queen Elizabeth the Second, Virgina,
about on the million of bodies
That have sacrificed to gain their position.
Who are these leaders but those who made violence pay?
Who are they but the inheritors of their ancestors greed and
Their blood stained are rags to our future,
Tattered remnant of our rights.
These are common murderers and thieves,
But we bow before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically by God, Queen and Country?
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For sake where are we in all this?
given life yet we court death.
For sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long?
we lay prostrate before a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the stone fool be resurrected.
We are expected to our lives for his
And him in the ugliness of perpetual Christian guilt.
He there as a remainder of our own subjugation.
Let it be known that he is Christ,
Those who emulate him shall suffer thus.
Each settlement is spiked with that image,
Each nailed to that diet of corruption.
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acts are bathed in those gory tales.
Tired Marines, edgy to 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 Jesus have on me.
Jesus, they share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, they his misery.
Fuck his deity.
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Over half the population is starving,
Crucified by the of landowners,
Helpless against the imbalance of
Practiced by the major powers who, if wanted to, could help.
Every minute of the day millions million of pounds
Are on the machinery of war.
If only a of that was spent on the machinery of peace,
There would be no more on this planet.
Yet governments pay no to the cries of suffering,
perhaps make token gestures to appease their consciences,
But no real are made
Because to ensure control the 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 World
From whom natural resources, both and human,
been unscrupulously exploited.
Peoples' pride and is burnt in Napalm
And flame-throwers.
The and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By who use their power not to assist, but to oppress.
At the wave of a hand
These can, and do,
young men to their death,
But not before others too have fallen from bayonets and guns.
Such armies are invariably called 'peace forces'.
The hypocrisy is as as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, and secure
Make the of those less fortunate a complete misery.
Million millions of people are dying from malnutrition
Because, to stabilise their economies, governments food rather than giving it to the needy.
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"Let them eat cake" said Marie
As she wiped the calf's from her lips.
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"Proud to be British" Margaret Thatcher
As she wiped the Falkland's from her hands.
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The ruling elite no concept of what it is to suffer want,
Yet it is they who are responsible.
In a world where there are people who can't afford a of bread,
These arrogant scabs drive in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it amuses them to rub shit the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a when such overt displays of wealth
not be tolerated 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
Saying that no one in the UK from want.
Next day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of
His wife was of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the politician breakfast tea,
She lay and dead before the empty grate.
Every year thousand of die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too poor to alive.
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At times of national crisis it's the poor who suffer.
"Back Britain" told
As the rich get and the poor get poorer.
At times of crisis it's the same story.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get and the poor get killed.
In the of a nuclear crisis,
The rich will to private 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 always obliged
To ensure that its flock servile.
"Repent ye or be devoured in the flames of hell."
Those very same flames that devoured enemies in countless religious wars.
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So often the church has marched hand in hand with the
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 blood is 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 world he our only begotten sons.
For he so loved the world he gave our only sons.
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In Christian societies executions are by representatives of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the chair and the gas-chamber
They administer their blessing.
In America poison is into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, up by the state.
Another advance for civilisation.
One small for man.
One giant for mankind.
For he so the world.
He us his only begotten son
And we are expected so to do.
For he so the world.
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Violent, hypocrisy.
How is supposed to deal with these contradictions,
Confusions and They defy reason.
Oh yes, you can inwardly at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the soon wears thin
And the wear a colder complexion.
can offer diversion,
But it dilutes real
And gets confronted.
We are by dangerous mad-people,
What's about that for fucks sake?
The world is daily threatened annihilation,
Is really something to be trivialased?
The world is constant threat.
Against this of fear
We to create our own authority.
While being bludgeoned into
We struggle to find our selves.
Of course I feel when I'm laughed at in the streets,
But I don't to be one of them.
I to be an outsider,
At the same I'd like to come in out of the cold.
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Urgency overrules fears.
Against the of total destruction
We demand a sanity might save the world.
alone excludes us from the mainstream of thought.
History no solutions,
Quotes from Mao or Stalin, or Marx
Simply the oppression.
I'm of political experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They always been 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 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.
Most of what we see and is lies.
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The War was rewritten as it happened.
It was not a glorious for the British spirit,
Nor an heroic defeat of a dictator.
It was a callous and savage piece of
Designed to cover up domestic problems.
At a time when a settlement was a possibility,
Thatcher personally ordered the of the General Belgrado
Killing three hundred men
And mutilating many more.
She did this because her neck required bloodshed
To prove her wisdom in releasing the Force.
The history books will not document her as a murderer.
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I'm tired of the rationalisation of the politicians.
down with their sums and inadequacies
I feel only anger and hatred for them.
How can anyone so distorted?
How can anyone be so far real human values?
I only disgust for their twisted minds.
How can be achieved through threats of violence?
What kind of hope is in that strait-jacket?
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The of those who oppress us
Is supported, maintained and
By those who are the most oppressed;
Those who, they have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I feel towards the squaddy?
Weighed down his guns and inadequacies
I can only pity and bellied compassion.
How can anyone be so
How can be so far from real human values?
I can only feel pity for his mind.
How can freedom be achieved if the fight to uphold
The privileges of those who directly oppress
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We look through one eye the other won't see,
way we only need deal with a half of it.
Like ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but because we to be.
Most people see through the
But are too afraid to it.
so much easier 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 population is being led the road to total bondage.
Government is daily its powers.
Those who stand it are ridiculed,
Discredited or and punished.
Those in are totally cynical.
than analysing the seriousness of the problem
They simply strengthen the army and to combat it
are ready for the inevitable response.
It happened in Brixton, and Moss Side.
It happens in Northern Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime there has massive increases in police brutality.
In police shot down a man
Only to find it was the person.
We regret to you. Regret to inform you.
to inform you. We regret to inform you
That today another Christ was in the back of the head.
We regret to inform you. to inform you,
That Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot today,
By of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic bullets were not to kill,
do.
I say that human were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We regret to you.
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1984 is a book about the danger of totalitarianism,
Under unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked as numbers by the hidden computers.
in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We have no to the information that they have stored on us.
Ticker-tape egos, print-out portraits.
We are another.
As individuals that mechanical system we are arbitrary,
Wanted only for what can be from us.
Our future is of no to the mega-corporations
Who determine the nature of our well-being.
Thatcher's policies require massive
Which makes her order to 'support our boys' but a fucking insult.
When they were eight thousand miles away for her arrogance
She fabricated was a complete mockery of compassion.
they're at home, jobless on the streets,
She give a fuck for them.
determination and self enterprise are her big lines,
But just how of that does she offer to others
In her use of people?
She was prepared to risk world
Saying it was for the self determination of the Falklanders,
very same people who over a year ago
She was prepared to abandon a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are to live in a fortress waiting for further hostilities.
has recently sanctioned a loan of one hundred million pounds to Argentina
Claiming that it was to world economy.
The purchase of further Exocets and the development of nuclear
Should do much for world economy, but little for world security.
Just what the fuck was all that for?
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Thatcher has away British self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install deadly cruise on British soil
Over which the Americans have control.
The American military presence is designed
To nuclear war with Russia to the 'European Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are sold the lie of protection and deterrence.
American war planners have repeatedly stated that they
To fight the World War on European soil;
Cruise missiles increase the danger of that happening.
Designed to radar detection by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the 'first strike weapon',
also guarantee a massive response that would make Britain into a nuclear desert.
Military naivety is astounding. The experts seriously
That they be able to limit war to the 'theatre'.
In this particular show the will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her talk of 'limited tactical response'
And 'executive action' causing damage'.
terms are borrowed from their American counterparts
And are designed to mask the ugly reality that describe.
In everyday language 'collateral damage' simply means deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on Britain would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that these psychotics
Invent to assist them in their studied madness?
Every year hundreds of innocent still die horrific deaths
As a result of the dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
It is probably that an all out war
Would destroy all on planet Earth.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are talking of an reality;
The one that we to exist around us.
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Defence Secretary disputes the kind of information that we offer
that it has 'no basis in fact'.
There are no to describe the utter contempt
we feel for people of his kind.
They sit in seats of power
Distorting and perverting all decency.
How can they dare be so
How can they be so hypocritical?
Who is this Heseltine with his corrupt
Who is this Thatcher with her deceit?
hideous mutants cast their shadows
Across all that is and good.
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Cruise missile will be because Thatcher has created some kind of deal with Reagan.
We will probably never know the details of arrangement.
It will almost certainly some kind of economic juggling act,
The massive corporations turning thumbscrews
On U.S. in Britain.
Russian tanks in Afghanistan are
Compared with the power of American capital in the UK.
Whatever the nature of that is,
It has made Britain into front line,
The fifty-third State, with no of citizenship.
To many people that not matter,
Fed from birth on American propaganda and trash,
The levels are low.
As long as we passively accept American
We can except no advance.
We are sold down the line.
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To many people the missiles and warheads not matter.
To people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all people the reality constantly in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are expected to accept nightmares.
Is really all that we can hope for as life?
Is this really all that we can hope for as
Maybe our lives matter that much,
But why impose our madness on future
Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that there will be future
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 of an existing reality,
The one we allow to exist around us.
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The nuclear hardware produces in the last decades
pollute the Earth for thousands of years.
A war will destroy it.
Is that why the trees blossom?
You are and corrupting.
In condemning them to the nightmare
Are you willing to accept the of tomorrow's unborn?
know nothing of this sorrow.
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Suffer little children to come me.
Suffer little children to unto me.
Suffer little to come unto me.
Suffer children to come unto me.
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In your to act against these hideous dangers
You are guilty of the gutless passive observer.
Are you so inhuman that you will let this
Just a helpless bystander waving flag in mute acceptance?
up your eyes and see.
Take up your and hear.
up your 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 of the powerful elite.
Their rule has dreadful suffering.
Their insanity precludes all and compassion,
They lie, and manipulate.
They are the maggots in the of decency,
The vultures that at the bones of hope,
The of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
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must be stopped.
Why should people die for insanity?
Why people starve for their insanity?
Why should people the spitefulness of their greed?
We must not be intimidated by the authority they appear to have.
We must be prepared to them on every level,
To fight back in the knowledge that if we
We will failed in our responsibility to life itself.
It has before
That the powerless have risen against the
Only to be back.
But have been cases where they have succeeded.
Ours is a cause,
It is up to one of us, alone, to do our best.
We must to overcome our fears.
We realise that the strength that they have
Is the strength that we them.
It is you, the passive observer who has given this power.
You are being used and
And be discarded as soon as they've bled what they want from you. You must learn to live with your own conscience,
own morality,
own decision,
own self.
You can do it.
There is no but yourself.
*
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".