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So the squeeze begins
even more so than before
Tightening the belts
of the poor
Running around
like headless chickens
As we revert back to
a time of Dickens
The summer of twenty-eleven
a distant memory to them
but to us we shall
never forget
As blood on the streets
was spilled
When anger and distrust
become all too real
It seems our leaders
never learn
They continue to mistreat
the poor that burn
Drowning in a mess
created by a the alien rich
Who keep on pushing
the people to its limits
The riots of twenty-eleven
will be but a picnic
If something is not done
to fix their dirty tricks
For one day the nation
will have had enough
For to tempt fate is
to call their bluff
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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