The lying newspapers
To vote in Britain is a strange affair
since it is class-based, every class only read
what is of their interest,
doing the best to denigrate the enemies party leaders
but since the owners of newspapers are usually
right-wing the conservative party often wins.
There is an exception the Guardian can at time
the sound left-wing, but then they get cold feet and join
the shrieking of the right.
The popular press also called the gutter press destroy
peoples reputation, say “Corburn” an excellent politician
belonging to the left of the labour party.
What is scary is that working/class readers get influenced
by the constant lies and vote for a party
that is no good for them and the country.
This comes down to lack of education not being able
to read between the line and think independently.
The lying newspapers
To vote in Britain is a strange affair
since it is class-based, every class only read
what is of their interest,
doing the best to denigrate the enemies party leaders
but since the owners of newspapers are usually
right-wing the conservative party often wins.
There is an exception the Guardian can at time
the sound left-wing, but then they get cold feet and join
the shrieking of the right.
The popular press also called the gutter press destroy
peoples reputation, say “Corburn” an excellent politician
belonging to the left of the labour party.
What is scary is that working/class readers get influenced
by the constant lies and vote for a party
that is no good for them and the country.
This comes down to lack of education not being able
to read between the line and think independently.
The way it was written
A pen with a black ink has no boundary
It flows a stroke that no one can see
The written words are a phase of reality
Where the ghost of each penning is beyond equity
Letters by letters are gone too wild
It is written asymmetrically, as it goes and glides
The mask of its words are faded, to black and white
While the thoughts on it can kill a lion's lad
Sentences are powerful like a piercing knife
To heart that is ready to bleed nor love
The way it was written is such a venomous one
You’ll never understand if you won’t read between the line
Angelyn is my name, you know
that already
Beside my looks and what you
hear and see
Do you really know who I am and
what I wanted to be?
Perhaps not... so don't judge me
easily!
Outwardly, I may be sound and
look unfitting
Let's accept the fact, there's no
perfect humanbeing
I have my flaws, imperfections
and wishful thinking
But deep inside my heart, I'm
compassionate and loving.
My true identity, the real me...
isn't hard to define
I don't pretend coz its hard to
wear shoes that aren't mine
What you see is what you get, just
read between the line
Unfortunately not everyone will
get it...but that's fine.
Even sometimes I am judge and
misunderstood
I'm trying my best to make sense,
be productive, to be good
To be nice, to be honest and be
myself whatever my mood
Struggling to make both ends
meet... I wish I could
Only God knows my struggles and
all I've given and taken
Problems do come and go for us
to be shaken
No matter what happens, I'll face
each day with a smile
My faith is strong, someday I can
reach a thousand mile.
In this life,one has to choose the best we need not the best he wants. He needs to read between the line and walk with time. Like they said,"A very moment is a chance." Truely,life is not by chance but by fate. Live your life like everyday is last and make that day a history.
Lightup,Herculean we need,achievement proceed.
Time shall come,when that day will be immemorial and your children's children,will not forget it. The best will always come at last. The last is your result. The end justifies the means. Your past may not be good enough,don't let it be a burden,cause tomorrow may see us better. As the sun shines and gives life to the trees,flowers and leaves of the earth.
Light up,Herculean we need,achievement proceed.
Far comes the destiny,what can we do with the one's near. In the kitchen come's the chimney,what about the heaven's cloud clear? I speak with one voice,it sounds different to so many ears. To some,it looks like noise,cause that lies their fears. Promises lies in the lips of some,all we get is just but none. So fast grows the trees of corn,when cut down,the life is all gone.
Light up,Herculean we need,achievement proceed.
Circles within circles, secrets within secrets, if you can read between the line, then you will
come out fine, but if you can't, pay me no mind. I travel the road to enlightenment as i grab
that torch, salute me, hand shake things of the sort. USE YOUR OWN MIND prepare for its
conclusion, OPEN YOUR EYES LOOK PAST THE ILLUSTION. If reading these words put you in
a state of confusion, just remember CIRCLES WITHIN CIRCLES, SECRETS WITHIN SECRETS
THATS JUST HOW THE RULING CLASS LIKE TO KEEP IT.
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