First flush impressions
\nColour and light
\nA feast for the eyes
\nIt’s demeanour, bright
\nPsychopathy raging
\nA madness in flight
\nCracked brained and bonkers
\nAll down to hindsight<\/p>\n
Oblivion paramount
\nKeyed up and tense
\nUnsurprised and astonished
\nWith lots of suspense
\nA trap took his feet away
\nRevealing the wound
\nA dramatic spectacle
\nThat had ballooned<\/p>\n
Silent and furtive
\nAlways concealed
\nCaught in a trap
\nWhere all was revealed
\n35 million souls caught in a year
\nWire hell and wire caged
\nAnd so full of fear<\/p>\n
Scratching and tearing
\nAnd biting away
\nConcealed in the white Ice
\nAnd hiding they say
\nShot from their boats
\nOr blundered to death
\nCanada bloated
\nAnd nursing each breath<\/p>\n
Those great big black eyes
\nBlood on their rim
\nLaying upside down
\nSoon to be fresh cured trim
\nA falsification a distortion too
\nSo much hypocrisy
\nStaring at you<\/p>\n
Stuck Out in cages
\nFrost all about
\nLots of thin wire
\nKind of, wearing the doubt
\nDeath trap and ambush
\nCredulity
\nFiddle and diddle and
\nSwizzle for free<\/p>\n
Noose snare and gin
\nA mask of disguise
\nDeceive and delude
\nAnd big bloodshot eyes
\nWeak thin and vapid
\nFrigidity
\nResolved made up, desperate
\nAnd unwillingly<\/p>\n
Unruly and cross grained
\nSpurned with dissent
\nInduced to rest steady
\nMoralistic and meant
\nInfection,contagion
\nA belly ache too
\nThat good constitution
\nEuphoric for you<\/p>\n
Unwholesomeness
\nGerm-laden
\nGive back retrocede
\nRenovate and renew
\nWhere will it all lead
\nSource of danger foreboding
\nA cautionary note
\nMummification
\nThat’s what they wrote<\/p>\n
Pickled and cured
\nIn a chemical bath
\nAlert and vigilant
\nFinding the path
\nMisappropriation
\nMishandle and be
\nFull of inertia
\nThrough infinity<\/p>\n
The second skin
\nOnce so alive
\nBrutally beaten
\nWho took a dive
\nThey did so battered
\nSo broken so sad
\nSuch vile aggressiveness
\nIt’s war that we had<\/p>\n
We were just canon fodder
\nOur skin was no more
\nTorn off a rusty hook
\nBashed on the shore
\nOur brains bashed and bleeding
\nOur bollocks thrashed too
\nWith the skin off our back
\nWhat do you do<\/p>\n
And why do you do it
\nSlaughtered us so
\nOut in the water
\nOn the ice floe
\nOur skin was our skin
\nYou have your own
\nIn The great arena
\nWhere each has been blown<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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