Poem: Strange Hill
Its no wonder Zammo was smacked off his tits. Its probably enabled him to keep his wits.
Where did all the logic go,
I've given it some thought but I really don't know,
It makes me wonder what these teachers are told,
Just to teach what they’re told to and don’t dare be bold.
Not to think for themselves, or have the balls to question
This complete insanity round the globe and the nation.
They sit the kids in front of the BBC
For their daily brainwash; they're too young to see,
That of the billion stories that could be told,
They're just fed the fear narrative that never grows old.
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I ask my kids what they learnt today,
“Just nonsence about Covid, trans and gay”,
But my kids couldn't care about what toilet you piss in,
And I'd rather they discussed Huxley and Solzhenitsyn.
But then they might grow a mind of their own,
Threaten the government and deny the Crown.
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Kids don’t realise they're just trained to obey,
To do as they're told and get a job one day.
Be a cog in the machine that keeps you a slave,
Morning to night, cradle to grave.
Don't let them think there's any other way,
Like living free, answering to no-one, or anarchy per se.
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You must understand that their greatest of fears,
Is that your child might grow up with a brain between their ears,
Growing up strong to lead a peaceful revolution,
Of just refusing to obey or stand to attention.
They can't have you thinking you're sovereign and free,
So they ensure that you're brainwashed and orderly.
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(Written June 8th 2021)
Very good