You slate our people
for past misdeeds
For ones that continue
These your misguided beliefs
You believe in freedom
Yet your beliefs imprison you
Chain you all in false ideal
Forgetting what is true
Blood has been spilled
By both sides
All for a piece of land
In which we’re both blind
The truth is it belongs
To neither of us
Least of all you
But you hide behind the truth
As for ‘my’ people
The ones who you were born to hate
You generalise far too much
We’re not all the same
The person on the street
Doesn’t give a damn
They’re too busy trying to live
Politics to them is bland
Time to learn your history
And to re-evaluate your ideals
For when you get what you want
You’ll then see what is real
Nothing is black and white
But blinded by propaganda you are
Take a fresh hard look
Maybe then can the few go far
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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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