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Tories Have Killed Something Beautiful

We feel it growing in the hills Where the battles of history were fought. We see it’s wind in the fields Where the food of our life grows We hear it soar through the trees on the winds of the memories of lost souls. It’s not about Brexit or British sovereignty it’s a clear line to history re-enacting itself. Fascism creeps into our homes Fascism bleeds into our blood. They have built walls around our democracy. Democracy for what our ancestors died to behold. They will strip our decency and leave us to fight amongst each other for nothing at all They will destroy this country until we stand and say enough one and all.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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Date: 1/23/2022 3:55:00 AM
While I agree with your sentiments I don’t think the opposition would be any different. Boris has to go - he’s a buffoon. Nice job.
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