There was silence
With a cruel stare
Upon each wall
A violence bare
Led by ignorance
A drink in hand
The mob mentality
The flag to stand.
For something which
Once was proud
Now on each lampost
Threatening , loud
Prejudice and hate
Spread by those
With hidden agendas
Corruption to hold.
To lead with division
In order to rule
Their footsoldiers
Rioting fools
Who pay the price
In prison cells
While behind the lies
Politics blend.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Dear Norman, you have truly got to the core of a great problem, I no longer live in the UK but I am up to date with politics and social care and corruption and the Brexit ongoings. I would say I fly flag high yet rightly pointed out, there are those who fly it with hatred fascism and racism. 🌹 A very important subject Sir. 🌹
many thanks for the read my friend, yes these are worrying times in the UK, the blind hatred I see around me is very scary, it has overtures of a dark history, much appreciated comments
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