Omicron and delta
An anagram of which
Spells out Media Control
So relevant to pitch
The two of them together
Names chosen cleverly
Delta was the Indian
And omicron we see
Was an Italian film
Of dystopia from 1963

Clearly no coincidence then

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Silvertops killings

The silver tops thrown into care homes
Many with covid they said
And many would choke out on their own vomit
So many soon would be dead
They were the veteran people
Their stint in war and in life
No ventilation that was the rule
In their last throes awful strife

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Waking up

Waking up like the cicada’s
In deep sleep so many had been
We couldn’t believe what was happening
All of the fields looked so green
But freedom became hard to manage
Lockdowns the gov’t way
Mask up in your open prisons
And just teach yourselves how 2 pray

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Lockdowns c/o boris of johnston

Waking up like the cicada’s
In deep sleep so many had been
We couldn’t believe what was happening
All of the fields looked so green
But freedom became hard to manage
Lockdowns the gov’t way
Mask up in your open prisons
And just teach yourselves how 2 pray

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Adversity caused by science

When a daughter cant kiss a dying mother
Or a mother a dying child
Banned from the solace &sadness presented
The whole sombre time they defiled
The heart & the soul
It was covid, add an r & an e
Divorce an anagram sadly
Arrogant adversity

Government all erred in reality

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Greece and its present tyranny

In Greece if you refuse the jab
If over 60 you
Will get a monthly fine
Each month thats until you do
Dystopian so Ugly
Tyranny the awe
Who ever thought this good idea
Is breaking every law

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Happy Christmas
The sky is grey
And little sun
Wear hour masks
Take your test
Stay at home
You know its best
England the Chinese call us brave
But we are disunited
For Christmas coming 1 2 3
Dystopia and tyranny

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Masks the Lone Ranger

Masks u c them everywhere
Our acidic blood creates
unhygienic disposal
So many have these traits
Our wild life is hurting
Hanging on the 🌴🌴
Floating down the rivers
Flapping in the breeze
Our snotty grotty face nappies
Really its unfair
Apparently Unconscious
& just unaware

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The only true blue Tory

Desmond Swayne
Knows about pain
And freedom, to decide
He feels it,as so many do
And why should we be denied
This archaic masking
Its wrong on every count
And threatening us with
a hefty fine really is tantamount

To wrong and makes no sense

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More dystopia

Boris seems to have his sights
On drawing up a Bill of Rights
Judging by his last two years
This factor leaves me with more fears
More tyranny and dystopia
Lockdowns and control
Freedom just a memory
As the West loses its soul



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The crazies

We all become lone Rangers
Masked up In the store
In the pub we ditch them
Boris knows the law
Masked up Dirty pockets
Fibre on our breath
Expressionless behind the mask
&fear &perhaps death
Socially we wont c smiles
Thats saddening 2me
freedom sadly thats another

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Soul or no soul that is the question

Its alright for drinkers
To go into pubs
God Boris has told us so
For children however to go to school
They must be masked
Its to show
Them and their parents
How the control
Is working its come
From a man without soul

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NewZealand and its dictator with the teeth

That leader from New Zealand
She’s given us permission
To visit friends at Christmas
We all are on remission
We can use their inside toilet
Share their toilet seat
And wash our hands
And use their towel
Before we sit and eat

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Dystopia today

Being compliant
In masking our face
A graceless gesture
For me a disgrace
For a govt to act
A dystopian sin
Is how I react
Total irreverence
Disdain and all
Every women and man
Seen as their fool

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Omicron an Italian film
Back in 1963
Its playing out right now folks
Irreverence for free
Christmas spent in lockdown
Father Christmas queer
Kissing a half dressed patron
Yes its happening this year
Both my parents they have died
But are now  sharing all my tears


they died 30 years ago

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Siberia and its angelic realms

Snow to sky
White to blue
Siberia a swirling mass
Of diadems so true
A sight not for our sore eyes
Where gentle Musk Ox roam
Contemplating life itself
In their precious home

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We may set our gas fields down
Ugly filthy dirt
It is where sore eyes
Become sorer, and the hurt
From all the unseen angel creatures
Smothered yes we killed
Their true organic life force
And are now being billed


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Variants on a theme

The variants are coming
Spreading across the land
For its to be our time you see
For us to understand
To appreciate each other
And realise that we
Really are the ninety nine per cent

And thats the certainty

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He acts like a rooster
Flogging the Booster
Another dollop of toxicity
So many saying
Science is baying
But masks chum
They are not for me

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40 new hospitals
More doctors than ever
Where the fcuk are they
You don’t have to be
To see one
You have to be dying
Or already dead
Thats if you ask me.

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Camp Beagle

What evil lies inside

the so called farms of ill repute

torturing tiny Beagle babes

hurt but always resolute

each an inner warrior

charming and friendly, they

despite the jackboot treatment

still wag their tails and say



Hope Spring Eternal

we can hear the true warriors outside

forever chanting shouting sighting and crying


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Corporate cops

The corporate Cops

stand guard

Whilst baby Beagles

face true wrath

warriors living outside

they know the evil path

the vivisectionist  medics take

Cops eyes wide open see

absolutely nothing

nor hear the screams that be

Emanating from the yard

innocence knows pain

Born  in

some dark puppy mill

some shitty vile dark drain

Beaten up and bloody

No motherly  comforts here

just the ugly loathing

and the bloody awful fear.




Camp Beagle a hell hole in Huntingdon








from the place

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Poor Seals

it is indeed  the Western Cape

a graveyard for our once

resplendent Seals

sick and injured

many corpses

emaciated and it feels

entirely wrong

just skin and bone

no blubber left at all

Such devastation

and die off

they,   unable to trawl

the Seas  it seems

for the life giving fish


and at Hout Bay

God help them

they  are starving

what else is there

to say.




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The wild ducks swans and Plovers

come face to face with those

Covid masks tossed everywhere

they covered our mouth and nose

all the mucus membranes

just tossed into the air

left around for the wild life

because we do not care

imagine  being a carp or roach

a gudgeon or a bream

floating on the pool surface

A mucus ridden stream

of hopelessness and ugliness

it really isnt fair

Covid masks on every street

why are we not more aware.

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barricades everwhere


people packed in

like sardines

so tightly

arms above your head

you couldnt put them down

where was the  safety

in bodies you drown

tightly packed together

there was no safe way out

ten souls were killed there

there is no doubt


Venality and shabbiness

Irreverence all night

scorn disdain and paltriness

unfitting never right

that all these youngsters lost their lives

and the show went on an on

travis kep on rapping

though some had already gone


death knocked on the door that night

ten sweet souls would lay

forever their finality

they were made to pay

all this rapping violence

the chaos at the door

the barricades the

lack of care

there  was evil thats for sure

wrongdoers and blackguards

vulgarity and more

ten deaths  such a loathing

love  was  cancelled there

those who went will remember

it for all the despair










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Rollrights and beyond

The creaking gate

a portal to a Neolithic place

shrouded in a weave of trees

seclusion and such grace

in essence where quiescence and a stillness

and tranquillity

opens minds to a gaping fold

of meadows sweet

and symphony


of cornfields drowned in midnight blue

a prominence wet with the dew

each matrix  of each moment

behold Chipping below

its precincts all embracing

the light we now bestow

rooves decking and rafters

gables pitch and height

from this gradient seeing

the fluidness of light


assiduous and regular

the feet of robed souls  stood

engaged in patient prompitide

seemingly for good

entrnched up here in history

of base solidity

enduring many centuries

of ritualistic druidry

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At the Rollrights Always listen

to the coming of the dawn

to the muses  heard at twilight

far away towards the corn

listen to the grove of trees that

silently proclaim

stand beside the glorious Elder

of Long Compton fame

the Kings men

were exhausted as they reached

the steepest part

they lay getting their

breath back

all of stoutish heart

the diminutive

a crone in rags did cry

this hill is mine the lot of you

so leave now or you shall die









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artificiality armies of Beef we see

in feedlots in Nebrasca JBS it feels to me

each creating energy under a blazing sky

panting drooling suffering heat

and letting the methane fly

these are sensitive animals

imprisoned closely they

do not have any fresh green grass

its grains they eat all day

Dusty dirty uncomfortable

stressful through and through

hormones implanted in their ears

growing as they do

out of all proportion

internally they feel

sick and also fearful

the lives appear unreal

man abuses science

abuses husbandry

its all tied in with margin

and profitability

the animals feel wretched

and in the blazing heat

they havent been given water

which rapidly does unseat

it plays with their equilibrium

they suffer very much

standing in their water troughs

its true we are out of touch

unthinking and unfeeling

our interest in them fails

the artificialty rapidly derails

Their needs their bodily functions

their stress beyond belief

methane levels rise up

giving them such grief

extreme meat equals cruelty

and with triple digit heat

growth hormones

And all this added stress

these poor souls cant compete

they suffer and they weaken

on all counts it is wrong

and the planet is also reeling

for production does not belong

anywhere on Gods Earth

not anywhere at all

we have to return to natural care

to try to overhaul

and return to balance

to thoughtful husbandry

to treating soul with true respect

not this violent infamy.







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Spotlight suddenly took interest

what we saw was a terrible issue

that was covered up for years and years

the Catholic Church at the heart of it all

creation conversion and tears

taking advantage of children

many a priest seemingly

got them to offer them favours

treating them abominably


it had surfaced many times earlier

But  the church  was enabled to quosh

to move priests to some other area

apparently that seem to wash

over the problems completely

as far as the authorities they

Got rid  of the paperwork

and with a move

it was only the victims that pay


Nobody  hears tiny voices

in the night sky up above

the problem was rife

just all over the place

we have to ask where was the love.


the respect and the care for the people

when irreverence was everywhere

masses of courage the victims they suffered

Terribly  with the despair.


the church was a giant

so many men in high places can say

it was preposterous

and could ensure

left them resigned

All of those stresses nightmares in fact

With madness   Becoming aligned


some inconsolable some  felt defeat

suffering years of regret


racked with timidity

the qualms and mistrust

they were set


fine in the storm of the moment

the prejudice that was around

making out it was the victims

the children

Who in the  squalor were drowned,


they grew up  some with vile upheaval

Mistrust and misgivings  for they

had given their all   To their unseen God

And nothing was going away.


experiencing the nip and the tuck

the indiscretions prevailing

brinkmanship sickness all dire

as time went on some were ailing

the truth it gushed forth

the craven the cowardly

The rotters  a blight

The  Catholic Church had assembled

And really had no appetite

for disclosing the truth

So it  covered

all of its tracks anyway

recriminations should go on forever

its so important they pay


the reporters were raring to get on with it

fastidiousness was the name of the game

no stone unturned

no bridges burned

this was their  purposeful claim


a brainstorm of journalist rigour

An editor straining to be

in the midst of this gloom

stuck to the task

along with the depravity


some 90 Priests on the paper
and the Catholic Church knew it all

wonderment, that had been cancelled

an affront to those taking their call


so many hearts had been broken

so many souls had been lost

The agony reached every mortal

in truth a terrible cost


the contempt and the scorn

it was awful

grown men cried avidly they

were giving their god

what he asked for

each one consumed on that day


the terror  a despicable feeling

That swelled  in their guts

night and day

there is no forgetting

the ravish and the way they had

been made  to pay.


the paper though cut through

the bullshit

exposing the truth  as it was

the Church received censure


what went  before

Was because

They all were terribly evil

and it went on for years

Making those

sweet children pay

for the lust and the filth

whilst their priests quietly all

crept away.









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Austria oh dear!

Austrians fight back

As the governments spoken

with their hardness of heart

and the contract lies broken

freedom for those

vaccinated  sops

as most today knows

there is no humanity

not any more

the puppets are caught in their strings

i abhor

The ideals they call outsocialist fools

a complete litany

Existing Laws

Existing rules

who are the puppets

climbing up walls

seizures and sleep eyes

the great brainwashed breed

clap them in iions

and honour the breed




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