They’re the same the world over
These politicians with their speak
Blaming those before them
Voted for by sheep
They say the same old thing
Day in, day out
Nothing to the table they do bring
Nothing new to talk about
Blah, blah, blah is all we hear
In their pursuit for a power seat
Nothing is ever clear
In the rulings that they mete
Tired are we all of them
Of what they do and say
How can we ever trust again
It’s us who they betray
Time I think to walk away
Leave them all to fall
They now have had their day
They no longer stand so tall
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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