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isituorme

So here i sit in my tiny island bludgeoned by the new word press,an absolute disgrace am I for doing what I thought was best and faceless people over seas are saying that I've made a mess to bring our country to its knees ,it's mine forsaking all the rest ,a racist bigot ,all am I a fascist monger to ,well let me tell you over there you haven't got a clue ,you see to be a Brit today it means a whole lot more ,the people of this country well they fought in two great wars ,along with many many more they lived and laughed and fell,with people from across the world they sacrificed in hell ,the enemies they lost much to, history does tell ,but through the fog a peace was made and most of ills came well,this history is not forgot and never shall it be ,because One goal of those dark times was fair democracy,to have a vote and use it must be valued through the land ,the outcome although not for some should always in stone stand ,,and politicians never doubt again the pen in hand !,I love my life ,humankind and for all which we stand ,would never close the door upon the face of needy hand ,the people whom within we trust helped make awful mess ,the lies and propaganda which we've all grown to detest,but never point the finger and say that the outcomes wrong ,because it's not what you for saw or outcome you would you want,but arch your back and take a look with heads that are held high,democracy ,that won the day ,and wasn't left to lie,for mark these words ,and mark them well,if ever there's a time ,when right or wrong the votes don't count,well kiss your loves goodbye.

  • Author: isituorme (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2016 20:55
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