No more a follower shall he be
Trapped in a life of conformity
His ideas not his own
But from others, always on loan
He’ll start to think for himself
No orders will he obey or tell
He’ll do what he thinks best
For his loved ones, to hell with the rest!
He’s fed up of towing the line
And being told countless lies
Going nowhere in life fast
Still struggling and stuck in the past
He’ll fight for family and a few friends
Only them will he now defend
No allegiance to a party or group
In him a sheep they did lose
He’ll no struggle whilst they eat well
In their big houses whilst he’s in hell
Putting others in power yet nowt is done
He’ll no more pick up a verbal or real gun
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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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