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Themes from climate change to the humanities will come under the watchful gaze of the author and are often presented in a succinct poetic form. All content has been Registered & Protected by 'MyFreeCopyright.com' and in many cases has previously been published by the author either in print or on various web sites to which he contributes regularly. Copyrights date back as far as 1965 in respect of some poems and lyrics.
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Life and all that...Posted by Dave Dunn Mon, February 07, 2011 18:33:41

All the pretence of innocence
The rules that one invents
Laws that must be seen to be
Beyond the reach of devilry

Those in power can circumvent
As they like, with full intent
Legal eagles can but try
To keep your vision from the lie

All in all I wonder when
We truly will have freedom again
Twisted knots of red tape can
Imprison every once free man

Number six once held the key
The prisoner seen in the sixties
Enigmatic though he may have been
His story soon exposed the dream

Freedom is so rare indeed
I ponder if we can succeed
The papers headlines cry out loud
As if they could be truly proud

But nearly all are but a scam
Or spin made by some witty man
Lies they tell us day by day
No wonder many kneel and pray

And though they tell us vote for me
The end result will plainly be
Within their rules so we can play
At democracy but still lose the day

For freedom, truth and all that’s fair
Are lost to men who really care
The sails are rigged to the systems needs
And we’ll all be subject to their deeds

Evidence of this I’ve found
Is very common all around
In daily life the taxmans strength
Is way beyond the rules he bent

A quota for all spheres within
The scope of all the suits who sin
Against the public, the underlings
Those like us that like to sing

No matter what we say or do
They find some plot to take from you
An extra tax, a fine or worse
Small wonder many learn to curse

Those that stand before the judge
And spoil the truth to earn a grudge
A grudge that if you can’t escape
Will trap you in the coils of hate

In blue and white they stand and say
This is what they saw that day
If justice can’t be had for all
Then democracy is bound to fall

For only when we can truly see
The end to all kinds of tyranny
Will Castros and Mugabes flee
Instead of grinding you and me

When Idi fled Ugangdan lands
His shelter was in desert lands
Where oil wealth grants the right to rule
To very few, that were sent to school

Within our own society
Supposedly land of the free
But once back home they have the right
To strike your hands off if they like

Suffice to say we still can write
But perchance we may awake one night
To find the rules have been changed again
Our only freedom’s within our brain

April 9th 2008

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