Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Sir, I Will

The door stands -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers in the night.
Alone, the are enormous.
Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, to suck on tiring flesh,
Unending statistics fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.
Afraid of death, we can not ourselves.
To is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like in black.
It doesn't get better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the
Even when it's there. Like the wind from the window,
Seeing it but not touched by it.

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Words don't seem to mean much;
Of anyone we've used that most.
Feelings from the heart that have been and mocked,
around in the spectacle, the grand social circus.

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Up against the of grey robots who control our lives
The things we have to sometimes seem so frail.
As they plan and gain respectability,
We offer our and are made outcasts.

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We didn't expect to find ourselves this part,
We concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't that arena,
become a part of us even if we don't understand it.

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In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write songs.
What is it we sing then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is an of that,
that we write is a love song.

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We for alternatives,
But the enormous of the media makes it so difficult
To foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme
That becomes poisoned and corrupted.
We can become media personalities, but it is always on terms.
We're tired of living up to other people's expectations our own are so much higher.
Intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't to mainstream values.
Lennon said "They hate you if you're and they despise a fool",
He was right. intelligence merely requires agreement and compromise.

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The boundaries are becoming narrower as the State more paranoid.
Under authoritarian rule, conformity the only security.
Fear is a powerful weapon human development.
Cowering in our of self there's little chance of change;
The State is aware of that. The serves many functions.
If of the omnipotent God is no more,
The Father will govern with his shepherd's crook,
his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death.

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Those of us who out against the status quo
Do so all odds.
We cling so together
Because we little other than ourselves.
say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists.
They hope to discredit us with their and definitions.
Throughout history societies have condemned who are later celebrated as heroes,
In so many bourgeois homes Van sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and
How is it that the and mealy-minded have gained so much power?
What perversion has taken place that we are by fools?

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We've had problems from self-appointed Gods Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our records saying we're a threat to decent society.
them. I hope we are.
What of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice?
For sake, who are these lobotomists?
As if walls had one side.
intimacies might not get through,
But of anguish know no barriers.
But how long do we shout
Denied the airwaves, we trust in the to carry what we say.
But sometimes we've found ourselves into the wind
When we should have confiding in each other.
It seems so absurd that we are denied the of ever being truly free.
The terrible inequalities of the peoples of this
freedom at best a dream, at worst an insulting privilege.
What space is there for self-expression and development
When over half the world's is starving?
There are so things that might have been done,
But rooted on this in the desire to find solution,
There's to see and feel but the sighing and dying of our world.
But for suffering we might have a part of it rather than apart from it.

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the compromises,
Brave fronts, deceitful disguises. What did you know? did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the just to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm like this I wonder whether it's worth it.
and socialising.
Endless philosophising. What did you know? did you care?
What did you know? did you care?
Surface agreements, statements of fact, to prove we can do it,
But sometimes when I'm alone like I wonder just who can see through it.
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you What did you care?
did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision, but our sight, endlessly searching solution,
But sometimes I'm alone like this I wonder how much it's just institution.
What did you know? did you care?
What did you know? did you care?
What did you know? What did you
did you know? What did you care?
Anarchy's another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you know? What did you
Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. did you know? What did you care?
Another institution, cross to bear. What did you know? What did you care?
etc. etc.

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Anything and can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. contained by itself.
There's no in just mouthing the words.
The tantrums just aren't enough,
Nor is speed and weed and the Creed.
Exclusive clubs the various tribes congratulate each other for doing fuck all
Will nothing but the strengthening of the status quo.
Punk has spawned another and roll elite,
Cheap Rotten Vicious imitations thinking they'll change their
dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers.
There's a thousand empty waiting for their empty performances,
A empty faces waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we hear rehashed versions of Feeding of the
By jerks whose fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If there was no government, there be chaos
Everybody running round, setting bombs off?
And if there was no police force, tell me you'd do
If thirty rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay without some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would go?
And if I told you to Fxxk Off?
What if there's no to stop a big invasion?
Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the local Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get bags?
If there were no hospitals, and no too,
If I'd both my legs, where would I run to?
If there's no medication, if were no nurses,
people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?
And what if I told you to Fxxk
If there were no butchers shops, would people eat?
You'd have everybody starving if didn't get their meat.
If was no water, what would people drink?
Who'd away the you-know-what? But of course MINE never stink.
about the children? Who'd teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in Learn them all the rules?
tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors?
Tell us a flask of tea and survive the holocaust?
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The rock and swindler says it's O.K. to plunder,
So the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic culture they can plug a to.
The rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Force
When so called work hand in hand with the ruling elite?
Yesterday those creeps rejected the status quo,
Today they smarm and charm to its very heart.
Where's the free individual in all
Where's the and aspiration?
Identities have corporations,
Social and media moulds,
of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down aspirins and beneath borrowed tans?
Are we really so dumb, so into submission
That not are we prepared to eat shit
We're also prepared to say thanks for the
Why should we accept servility as a for dignity?
Why should we passively accept death as a for living?
Why accept this of life? Why accept this pillage?
For sake take up your bed and walk.
Let the see end the deaf hear.
The rights of the are dependent upon
You realising your as an individual.
People are so easily deluded thinking they've instrumented choice
Where in they're nothing but passive observers.
observers do nothing but passively observe,
Passively soak up creativity and say "Wow, me!",
Passively soak up and say "Oh no, not us, not me".
There are those who strive for and meaning;
Who for reason and purpose;
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of and possibility?
What does anyone have when all the spaces are filled?
Sipping breakfast teas to the of Space Invaders.
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is today's Nuremberg.
Bowing to its authority, they it.
I've four year old children conforming to media roles.
Main-lining the gross theatre that will their lives.
The television has so dampened anger.
The population is by the flickering screen
And the streets, where the politics of reality were created,
Are deserted at night and the rulers secure.
They are under no as long as the people are sedated.
Those who suffer head-aches from excessive intake of electrons are valium,
Or pay for a fix at the pub men have to piss up the wall
And the stench of urine lasts well the next pint.
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Entertainment is designed to gloss real problems
And very often who profess dissent only add to the deception.
Words are banded about, but always at the of the puppeteer.
sloganeering is just another Punch and Judy show.
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Any information that we concerning the real world is carefully controlled,
Why else fiction have such licence?
We are allowed to see endless deaths,
But when the real started on the Falklands
Government censors prevented us from them.
We were the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested in saving their political skins.
It didn't a fuck to them how many died
As long as their popularity ratings suffer,
For that alone we were shielded from the truth.
While the real is kept from us
We are exposed to constant of death and destruction.
Those in power are rightly aware if we had access to the real facts
We would cease to be passive observers.
coverage of Viet Nam created massive dissent in the U.S.A.
Thatcher's government was of that when, embarking on the Falkland charade,
They refused cards to anyone who they knew would not support their line.
Those who did travel to the Falklands found their dramatically cut down.
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed fabrications of 'glorious war'.
The truth that is now out paints a very different picture.
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It's often been said that truth is the casualty of war,
It is, but the could be said of life.
From birth we are threatened and beaten submission
By family, church, and state.
then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we out praise
Or, when our true finds its way to the surface
We hide in the darkness, our between our legs.
At all costs we are prevented realising our own potential.
We are conditioned into passive observers.
If the ring-master war,
We have been conditioned to passively it.
War can only through passive acceptance.
It is nothing but a demonstration of the of human will.
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If the clown peace
We will have been conditioned to that too,
But peace can not and will not be maintained through acceptance.
Peace require constant demonstrations of personal strength,
effort, constant hard work,
Reappraisal, and devotion.
Which of those qualities you taught in schoolroom?
Whereas war simply requires the as cannon-fodder,
Peace requires individuals to their own potential,
The odds are against because the State deliberately destroys human will.
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observers offer nothing but decay.
The flowerbeds need weeding, the roses need back before winter.
Freed from sedation, released bondage,
would demonstrate their own strength,
But the powerful elite are of this
And already have tabs on who they regard as subversives.
It is for them to single out and intimidated us
And still for us simply not to bother.
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It is impossible to gauge the effect demands for peace may be having,
The authorities are at concealing dissatisfaction.
For so people have been saying "No more war",
But for all those little has changed.
Seeing that the Movement was growing in strength,
Thatcher Heseltine as Minister of Defence.
One part of his job is to discredit CND,
is the nature of Conservative democraty.
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As pacifist we are too easily back into tokenism,
Making hollow gestures the wheels of the juggernaut.
The is delicate.
The have always been created by the gentle and caring,
To be filled by bullies and egotists.
We can try to fill those spaces with the of our love.
Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham call it the 'Politics of Whimsy',
But it doesn't end there, is it enough.
Gandhi a major role in liberating India from Britain rule,
But conditions in India are appaling for the ordinary people.
Limiting Greenham Peace to women only is a sensible political ploy,
But if it is a demonstration of sexual it is a sham.
Aren't we seeking to destroy all of exclusivity?
our own oppression give us the right to oppress others?
Unless we are to oppose all oppression,
We stand guilty of direct to it.
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The neo-fascist our land
And we must resist them on level.
As outsiders we have few right with to oppose them,
But on our own, together, we them.
They have their law and who impose it.
We only have ourselves and other.
They their order and those who impose it.
We have ourselves and each other.
It is easy to dismiss those who peace as dreamers,
But our whole culture built on past dreams?
It is essential that our become a reality
Or will cease to be one.
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Harrods that it can supply any whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third child
And I'll them the politics of choice.
Equality doesn't enter into the of wealth.
Beneath the sheath of Thatcher's economy
The right, and privileged get even richer
And they, in turn, support her barbaric both at home and overseas.
The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen million pounds - in whose pocket?
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Throughout the world millions of people are making armaments,
Don't they realise that it's ordinary people like themselves suffer the effects of their filthy labour?
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The wealthy obscene with their wealth
the carnage from their grandstand.
It's as if they were at Ascot laying their
to one on the Four Horsemen.
They believe money can buy them out of the responsibility
That they for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the pornographers
The stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated sit dumbly by
their fortunes rise and fall
In the neatly pin-striped trousers of the City.
Debutante whores in rich castles.
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The ruling with their puppet figurehead
Elizabeth the Second, Regina Virgina,
Strut on the million of bodies
That they have sacrificed to their position.
Who are these but those who have made violence pay?
Who are they but the inheritors of their greed and theft?
Their blood stained are rags to our future,
Tattered of our individual rights.
These rulers are common and thieves,
But still we bow them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and
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For sake where are we in all this?
given life yet we court death.
For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how
Still we lay prostrate a stylised figure on a crucifix.
As if the stone might be resurrected.
We are expected to bargain our for his
And join him in the ugliness of perpetual guilt.
He hangs there as a of our own subjugation.
Let it be known that he is Christ,
Those who dare emulate him shall thus.
Each settlement is spiked that stupid image,
Each nailed to that diet of corruption.
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Military acts are bathed in gory tales.
Tired Marines, edgy to and sleep, are blessed in his name.
Pious virgins in kneel in worship before the myth.
In anticipation of their own death, they his coming.
Jesus have mercy on me.
Sweet Jesus, share his agony.
Sweet Jesus, they his misery.
Fuck his deity.
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Over the world's population is starving,
by the greed of landowners,
Helpless against the imbalance of
Practiced by the major powers who, if they wanted to, help.
Every minute of the day millions upon million of
Are on the machinery of war.
If only a half of that was spent on the of peace,
There would be no starvation on this planet.
Yet governments pay no heed to the of suffering,
They perhaps token gestures to appease their consciences,
But no real improvements are
Because to ensure control the need to maintain the imbalance.
Natives are slaughtered in homelands
By governments out new possessions.
Most of the wealth of the so developed nations
Has been gained at the expense of the Third
From whom natural resources, mineral and human,
Have been exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is in Napalm
And flame-throwers.
The poor and are raped and tormented
By leaders who use their not to assist, but to oppress.
At the wave of a hand
These can, and do,
Send men to their death,
But not before others too fallen from their bayonets and guns.
Such armies are invariably called 'peace forces'.
The hypocrisy is as as it is obvious.
The wealthy, educated, privileged and
Make the of those less fortunate a complete misery.
Million upon of people are dying from malnutrition
Because, to stabilise their economies, governments food rather than giving it to the needy.
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"Let them eat cake" Marie Antoinette
As she the calf's blood from her lips.
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"Proud to be British" said Margaret
As she wiped the Falkland's blood her hands.
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The ruling elite have no concept of what it is to want,
Yet it is they who are responsible.
In a world where there are people who can't a crust of bread,
These arrogant drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
Perhaps it them to rub shit into the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such displays of wealth
Will not be by the people in the street.
In a sane society and possession would not be an asset.
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A few years ago a politician was on the
Saying that no one in the UK from want.
Next day I saw an old man pleading for a of coal;
His was dying of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped tea,
She lay cold and dead the empty grate.
Every year of people die of hypothermia,
Too hungry, too cold, too to stay alive.
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At times of national crisis always the poor who suffer.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get and the poor get poorer.
At times of international crisis the same story.
"Back Britain" we're
As the rich get richer and the get killed.
In the event of a crisis,
The rich will retreat to private with their wealth and possessions.
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The injustice of is sanctioned by the church.
With its of finance from the gentry
The church has always obliged
To that its flock remains servile.
"Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the of hell."
Those same flames that devoured their enemies in countless religious wars.
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So often the church has marched hand in with the military
Casting its blessings the writhing bodies of the battlefield.
Each stab of bayonet is word.
crash of steel is God's word.
Each torn and splash of blood is God's word.
For he so loved the world he gave our begotten sons.
Each sodden and sodding death is God's word.
For he so the world he gave our only begotten sons.
For he so loved the world he gave our only sons.
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In Christian societies executions are attended by of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the electric and the gas-chamber
They administer Christ's blessing.
In America is injected into the blood-stream.
Another dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious for civilisation.
One small for man.
One giant for mankind.
For he so the world.
He gave us his begotten son
And likewise we are so to do.
For he so the world.
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Violent, hypocrisy.
How is anyone to deal with these contradictions,
Confusions and lies? defy reason.
Oh yes, you can laugh at the absurdity,
Satirise the obscenity, but the soon wears thin
And the wear a colder complexion.
can offer diversion,
But it real anger
And gets confronted.
We are ruled by mad-people,
What's funny about that for sake?
The world is daily with annihilation,
Is that really something to be
The world is constant threat.
Against this background of
We to create our own authority.
While bludgeoned into conformity
We to find our inner selves.
Of I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets,
But I don't to be one of them.
I to be an outsider,
At the time I'd like to come in out of the cold.
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Urgency overrules fears.
Against the scenario of total
We demand a that might save the world.
alone excludes us from the mainstream of thought.
History no solutions,
Quotes Mao or Stalin, Hitler or Marx
Simply the oppression.
I'm tired of experts,
of 'if onlys'.
They have always the same people,
visionless robots
Who would have us all share death.
History is a justification for oppression,
by those who practice it.
It is being changed and rewritten
To conform to the of the ruling elite.
A tempest of convenience that across the blistered bodies of the dead.
We receive at only filtered truths.
of what we see and hear is lies.
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The Falklands War was as it happened.
It was not a glorious victory for the spirit,
Nor an heroic of a fascist dictator.
It was a and savage piece of electioneering
to cover up horrific domestic problems.
At a time when a peaceful was a possibility,
Thatcher personally the sinking of the General Belgrado
Killing three hundred men
And horribly many more.
She did this her political neck required bloodshed
To prove her wisdom in the Task Force.
The history books will not her as a cold-blooded murderer.
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I'm tired of the rationalisation of the politicians.
Weighed down with their sums and
I feel only anger and bellied for them.
How can anyone so distorted?
How can be so far from real human values?
I only disgust for their twisted minds.
How can peace be achieved through of violence?
What kind of hope is there in that
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The authority of who oppress us
Is supported, maintained and
By those who are the most oppressed;
who, because they have no alternative, are in service to the rulers.
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How can I feel towards the squaddy?
Weighed with his guns and inadequacies
I can only pity and bellied compassion.
How can anyone be so
How can anyone be so far from human values?
I can only feel pity for his mind.
How can freedom be achieved if the poor fight to
The privileges of who directly oppress them?
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We look one eye hoping the other won't see,
way we only need deal with a half of it.
Like ostriches, oblivious,
Not because we are, but we choose to be.
Most people see the lies
But are too afraid to it.
It's so much easier to be the observer.
How much longer can people afford to just sit by this?
All the are there.
unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But looking? Who cares?
Tamely the population is being led down the road to bondage.
is daily strengthening its powers.
Those who stand it are ridiculed,
Discredited or and punished.
Those in power are cynical.
Rather than analysing the of the problem
They simply strengthen the army and police to it
They are ready for the response.
It happened in Brixton, Toxteth and Side.
It happens in Northern Ireland.
Under Thatcher's regime there has been increases in police brutality.
In London shot down a man
Only to find it was the person.
We regret to inform you. Regret to you.
Regret to inform you. We regret to you
That today another was shot in the back of the head.
We regret to you. Regret to inform you,
That Christ, not yet ten years old, was shot today,
By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a bullet.
They say plastic bullets were designed not to kill,
do.
I say human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We to inform you.
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1984 is a book the positive danger of totalitarianism,
Under Thatcher's guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as by the hidden computers.
in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We have no access to the that they have stored on us.
alter egos, print-out portraits.
We are another.
As within that mechanical system we are arbitrary,
Wanted only for what can be from us.
Our is of no concern to the mega-corporations
Who the nature of our economic well-being.
Thatcher's policies require massive
Which makes her order to 'support our boys' but a fucking insult.
When they were thousand miles away dying for her arrogance
She what was a complete mockery of compassion.
they're at home, jobless on the streets,
She doesn't a fuck for them.
determination and self enterprise are her big lines,
But how much of that does she offer to others
In her contemptible use of
She was prepared to risk world
that it was for the self determination of the Falklanders,
Those same people who over a year ago
She was prepared to abandon a thought.
And now, for all her talk,
They are forced to in a fortress waiting for further hostilities.
Thatcher has sanctioned a loan of one hundred million pounds to Argentina
Claiming that it was to world economy.
The of further Exocets and the development of nuclear potential
Should do much for world economy, but very little for security.
Just what the fuck was all bloodshed for?
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Thatcher has away British self-determination in one single stroke.
She has agreed to install deadly cruise missiles on British
Over which the Americans have control.
The American military presence is designed
To limit nuclear war with to the 'European Theatre'.
Meanwhile we are sold the lie of protection and deterrence.
American war planners have repeatedly stated that they
To fight the Third War on European soil;
missiles greatly increase the danger of that happening.
Designed to radar detection by skimming the earth's surface,
Cruise missiles are seen as the ideal strike weapon',
They also guarantee a massive response that would make Britain into a desert.
Military naivety is astounding. The seriously believe
That they will be able to war to the 'theatre'.
In particular show the world will be the stage,
be no encore.
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Thatcher and her cronies talk of 'limited response'
And action' causing 'collateral damage'.
These terms are borrowed from their counterparts
And are designed to the ugly reality that they describe.
In everyday language 'collateral damage' means civilian deaths.
In the event of nuclear attack on that would amount to thirty-eight million people.
Is it any wonder that these psychotics
Invent jargon to assist them in their studied
Every year hundreds of people still die horrific deaths
As a result of the bombs dropped on and Nagasaki.
It is probably that an all out war
Would destroy all life on Earth.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are talking of an existing
The one that we allow to around us.
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Defence Secretary Heseltine disputes the kind of that we offer
that it has 'no basis in fact'.
There are no to describe the utter contempt
That we for people of his kind.
They sit in their seats of
Distorting and all human decency.
How can they dare be so
How can they dare be so
Who is Heseltine with his corrupt lies?
Who is Thatcher with her arrogant deceit?
These hideous mutants their shadows
Across all that is and good.
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Cruise missile will be installed because Thatcher has some kind of deal with Reagan.
We will probably know the details of that arrangement.
It will almost certainly involve kind of economic juggling act,
The massive turning political thumbscrews
On U.S. in Britain.
Russian tanks in are nothing
Compared with the bargaining power of American in the UK.
Whatever the nature of that is,
It has Britain into America's front line,
The fifty-third State, with no of citizenship.
To many people that not matter,
Fed from birth on propaganda and Hollywood trash,
The levels are low.
As long as we passively accept American
We can except no advance.
We are being sold the line.
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To many people the missiles and might not matter.
To many nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate,
Yet for all people the reality looms in nightmares.
In the nuclear state we are expected to accept nightmares.
Is really all that we can hope for as life?
Is this really all that we can for as death?
our lives don't matter that much,
But why our madness on future generations?
Or is it perhaps that you no longer believe that there will be future
In your passive of it
You have already the holocaust to happen.
The is ended.
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We are not fantasy,
Nor doom.
We are talking of an reality,
The one that we allow to exist us.
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The nuclear hardware produces in the three decades
Will the Earth for thousands of years.
A nuclear war will it.
Is that why the cherry trees
You are and corrupting.
In condemning them to the nightmare
Are you to accept the burning of tomorrow's unborn?
They know of this sorrow.
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Suffer children to come unto me.
Suffer little children to come me.
Suffer little children to come me.
Suffer little children to come me.
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In refusal to act against these hideous dangers
You are guilty of the gutless passive observer.
Are you so inhuman that you let this happen?
Just a bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance?
Take up your and see.
Take up ears and hear.
Take up mind and think.
Take up life and act.
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It is up to us all as responsible citizens of
To work towards the downfall of the elite.
Their has created dreadful suffering.
Their insanity all reason and compassion,
lie, trick and manipulate.
They are the maggots in the of decency,
The vultures pick at the bones of hope,
The of famine, war, pestilence, and death.
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They be stopped.
Why should die for their insanity?
Why should starve for their insanity?
Why should people suffer the spitefulness of greed?
We must not be by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to them on every level,
To fight back in the knowledge that if we
We will have failed in our responsibility to itself.
It has happened
That the powerless have against the oppressor
to be beaten back.
But there have been cases where they succeeded.
Ours is a cause,
It is up to one of us, alone, to do our best.
We learn to overcome our fears.
We must realise that the that they have
Is the strength we give them.
It is you, the observer who has given them this power.
You are being and abused
And will be discarded as as they've bled what they want from you. You must learn to live with your own conscience,
own morality,
own decision,
own self.
You can do it.
There is no but yourself.
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One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the War,
Was by Prince Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" the Prince, to witch the squaddy replied,
"Yes Sir, I will".