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Sunday, 30 December 2012

Crisis in Syria

How else than by a heavy hand
Can be ruled a divided land?
Here in milder spaces we
Are ignorant of other places.
We spout a lot of stupid crap,
Echoing media's moron rap
About a set of fool's ideals.
Meanwhile a kind of covert power
Over our lives maintains its lour.
In the real reality
We have no more democracy
Than those who live across the sea.
Our greasy leaders rake the cash,
And rule us by our own sad choice.

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