I am no liar
Not from London like Danny Dyer
Call me the northwest live wire
Working until 68?
When we then retire?
Or caught in fire?
Singing harmonies of truth
Like an outlawed choir
The situation getting dire
Early retirement is one's desire
Enjoy a miniscule portion of life
Then we expire
You get called a crier
For wanting a purpose much higher
A squire is a magistrate of justice and peace
Will random acts of violence ever cease?
Stay stood up
Don't let them see you on your knees
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2023 01:28
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Comments1
He strengtheneth.
Thanks (:
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