Looking at life

Though some may say I sin,
When I say they'll the insurgents win,
I speak not treason,
Just ideas of reason.
For when Americans - a hundred insurgents kill,
Though it the president does thrill,
Insurgents can a hundred and five put back in line,
All in fighting fettle fine.
But for every hundred Americans the insurgents kill,
Such is the Yankee will,
They cannot thrive,
So they back in line put just ninety five,
Therefore in this war of attrition,
It must be doomed the Yankee mission.
As Mid East women children bear,
And also for them gladly care,
While American women careers pursue,
And have but children few,
Children they won't in war misuse,
As they cannot them afford to lose.
So perhaps it's nature schedule,
That Iraqi grandchildren the U.S.A should rule.

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I certainly saw red,
When the president said,
With lots of fuss,
'You are either with us,
Or on the terrorists' side,
You have to decide.'
But having thought this matter about,
And liking not the truth to flout,
I must say with America I'm not,
As I for crooks care not a jot.
And though I probably can,
Move down to Iran,
There they white folk often will shoot,
Because they don't about bush give a hoot,
So I suppose I still more have to think,
And should for now waste no more ink.

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My ego 'naturally' says I'm bright,
And so 'naturally' I am on this matter right.
So if on the war to bet I choose,
I'll bet America to lose,
And should to Las Vegas go,
As the offered odds I'd like to know.
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French boulevards are lined with trees,
And this from the heart does pleasure squeeze,
But if you'd wonder why,
The French for such beauty try,
Ir's because German soldiers on parade,
Prefer marching in the shade.

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What will we all do,
With nothing to look forward to?
Our government just so corrupt,
Is in its soul bankrupt,
As politicians their own interests serve,
And have as well the nerve,
To play on TV their violin,
As their deceits they spin.
The people are to them a mine,
Who they can for something daily fine,
They then in the House the facts misquote,
And for themselves a pay rise vote.
For they the people - that means you,
Really like to screw.

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What is modern democracy?
Is it not true to say that the person
Who controls Rupert Murdoch,
Controls our democracy?

Did not Win Tsun say,
That the ultimate controller,
Is the person who controls,
While the controlled,
Don't realise they're being controlled?

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Two O One Two,
What will you in December do,
As the world does end,
And to hell does all us send?

There'll be no time to cry,
Though if you're quick,
You your lips can lick,
And kiss your butt goodbye.

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To find out more about the threatened Apocalypse you should read
Apocalypse 2012 by Lawrence E. Joseph.
I found the first half of the book to be most interesting and although the second half wasn't nearly as good as the first, the book was still a worthwhile read.
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Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub,
TV minds can scrub,
Thoughts in your head full blown,
Thoughts you thought your own,
Precious few,
Alas belong to you.

Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-scrub,
The flickering screen your mind does club,
You are alas not free,
As the flickering world you see,
Presents a form,
To which you must conform.

Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-scrub,
The few they form a club,
And if with them you disagree,
It's best if others this can't see,
As pretty faces you will name and shame,
And place on you for something blame.

Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-scrub,
The flickering screen, the mind's washtub,
Capitalist democracy is the way,
And all the game must play,
As any thought the way might flout,
The flickering screen will just wash out.

Rub-a-dub-dub, Rub-a-dub-scrub,
The way it has a hub,
As with six point something billion,
Moving towards a trillion,
There is no other way they say to function,
No room for any junction.

Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-scrub,
The shadow of Beelzebub,
Which wants most to do the drinking,
So just the few will do the thinking,
The few who will the way define,
And define what is a crime.

Rub-a-dub-dub, Rub-a-dub-scrub,
You can the truth not snub,
What other way might we go,
What other line can we toe?
The bosses say the way is straight ahead,
Until perhaps we all but them are dead.

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Computers and CCTV
Have turned us into,
A fine society.
Who has the courage to say boo?

Our leaders do no more,
Than pretend to honour law,
For when there's trouble to the fore,
Law is to them a chore,
And they gladly it ignore.
They will as well tell lies galore,
To raise their media score,
And for themselves get more.
While those who this deplore,
And our leadership implore,
To some decency restore,
Find no matter how they gnaw,
The polititians will not thaw,
And them the thought of change does bore,
To a point which makes them snore.
So is our world just made of straw?

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Bush's trillion dollar nuclear shield,
For a few will massive profits yield,
While those who must foot the bill,
Will surely feel quite ill.
But as the few thought up the plan,
This really clever scam,
And the effort all must share,
It's only fair,
That the taxable for it must pay,
As they must not democracy betray.
To the rich, P.A.Y.E. spells 'mentally impaired',
Though this view is rarely aired.

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First I'll take a bow,
And then some law explain,
So it is to you more plain.
For the law is like a cow,
Which government grips by the tail,
So on its horns quite cruelly,
It can you and me,
Impale.
While dancing to the fiddles,
Lawyers dressed in silk,
Talk to all in riddles,
And help themselves to milk.

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Is life fair? should I care?
If I about TV had choices,
I'd say the two most revolting voices,
Are those of bush and blair.

But am I in my view alone?
Are there none who with me agree?
Are all but me in this world carefree?
And should I for a sin atone?

But I my feelings can't control,
I these two really loathe,
And believe that evil does them clothe,
But alas I'm trapped inside a hole.

For should I my leaders not support?
Be on their side,
And question not what they decide?
This dilemma does my soul distort.

For I yearn to call them liars and cheats,
Who are to justice blind,
And to truth unkind.
I even cheer at their defeats.

But do I my own side betray?
Should I our leaders' enemies deny,
And tell my soul a lie?
Or should I just perhaps go out and play?

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