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Julie Ann Jones Poem
"There
but
for
the
grace
of
God
go
I"
I
heard
them
say,then
they
pass
an
addict
begging
on
the
street
and
turn
away,
They
call
themselves
Gods
children
and
through
Gods
land
they
roam,but
the
homeless
dont
get
charity,why?
cause
charity
begins
at
home,
So
much
for
Christian
values
may's
well
leave
them
on
the
shelf,they'll
tell
you
God
will
only
help
the
man
who
helps
himself,
There
but
for
the
grace
of
God
go
I
and
aint
it
so,no
point
in
asking
for
their
help
they'll
only
tell
you
no,
They
congregate
on
Sundays
and
their
sermons
they
do
teach,its
time
that
someone
told
them
they
should
practice
what
they
preach,
Hypocrisy
comes
from
all
sides
inside
rage
does
errupt,as
I
think
of
the
Catholic
church
so
false
and
so
corrupt,
There
but
for
the
grace
of
God
go
I
its
all
a
farce,your
word
it
just
dont
mean
a
thing
youre
talking
through
your
ass,
Theres
nothing
that
Id
like
more
than
for
us
to
both
agree,that
there
just
aint
a
hope
in
Hell
youll
ever
convert
me,
So
there
but
for
the
grace
of
God
go
I
and
aint
it
true,dont
think
that
youre
above
it
for
someday
that
could
be
you.
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Julie Ann Jones Poem
I've
lived
the
Class
A
lifestyle
for
some
25
long
years,
I've
got
the
scars
to
prove
it
and
the
bloodshot
eyes
from
tears,
I
spend
my
days
with
no
one
though
I'm
not
alone
I'd
say,
There's
a
comrade
who's
behind
me
and
he's
never
far
away,
He's
always
there
reminding
me
and
never
cuts
no
slack,
Wont
you
let
me
introduce
you
to
the
monkey
on
my
back,
We
two
have
been
inseperable
since
I
got
on
the
gear,
If
I'm
honest
cant
imagine
life
without
my
monkey
near,
He's
the
only
source
of
comfort
I
seek
out
when
days
are
grim,
The
one
that
I
depend
upon
best
friends
now
me
and
him,
When
there's
not
a
single
soul
this
life
of
mine
with
whom
to
share,
Guaranteed
I'll
turn
around
to
find
my
monkey
friend
is
there,
But
this
morning
I
awoke
to
seek
a
better
life
for
me,
And
that
means
parting
company
my
monkey
friend
and
me,
Oh
be
sure
he'll
do
his
utmost
to
convince
me
(there's
no
doubt),
That
I'll
crumble
soon
as
he's
not
there
and
cannot
live
without,
His
sweet
narcotic
kisses
that
do
get
me
through
the
night,
Its
true
when
things
aren't
great
he
will
appear
and
make them
right,
But
he's
blinded
me
for
long
enough
the
truth
now
I
do
see,
It's
time
to
build
my
strength
and
from
my
monkey
friend
break
free,
So
before
you
do
embark
on
life
on
Heroin
or
Crack,
Be
careful
cause
you'll
end
up
with
a
monkey
on
your
back.
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The familiar sound of gunshots
rings out in the dead of night,
As a sniper takes position in the
bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the
sound of many marching feet,
As 2 Para make their presence
felt upon a Belfast street,
Gerry Adams does a hard days
graft 'n' then it's homeward
bound,
As a British soldier just
nineteen lays bleeding on the
ground,
Well he fought for queen 'n'
country so it comes as no
surprise,
As he draws his last
breath,says a prayer and there
a hero dies,
So many slain civilians(they're
just casualties of war,
Do the f*ckers even realise
what it is they're fighting for?
Or has the whole point of it got
lost in the mists of time?
The Ira take credit for their
latest deadly crime,
In a safe house miles from
nowhere there's three loyalists
lying dead,
One in a grave (he was buried
alive) and two with one straight
through the head,
But the score it was evened
before the cock crowed,three
catholic civilians were slain,
And there's rumours of
vengeance and fights to the
death and calls to keep calm
from Sinn Fein,
As politicians armed with pens
sit counting up lost lives,
The Ulster Paramilitary sit
sharpening their knives,
And loading slugs into the clip
of someone else's gun,
"Come on now lads there's dirty
deeds awaiting to be done"
In Londonderry,County Down,in
Belfast,Newry too,
The Catholics and the
Protestants keep Ireland torn in
two,
As our children grow in the
shadow of fear,
There's a stench of death and
bloodshed here,
So you with the power please
give us the chance,
To find a solution and finish the
dance,
Give Ireland back to the Irish
pleeaasssse!
Or bring the whole damned
nation crashing down to its
knees.
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Suffer little children to come unto
me,
Then stand and watch as pedophiles
get caught tried and set free,
But you know the way it today
there's just no room in jail,
So the dregs of our society end up
released on bail,
See all you do good idiots who plead
their case in court,
For the sexually abused defiled won't
you please spare a thought,
Don't you see that to forgive these
men we simply can't afford,
pedophilias terminal a disease that
can't be cured,
Like vultures nonces hover they wait
patiently until,
They see a little boy or girl then go in
for the kill,
Remember little Lesley ann,Keith
Bennett,Jeanette Tate?
Just how much for a childs lost life
are you willing to compensate ?
And what about the families and the
victims left behind?
D‘you think while these men walk
free they'll find their peace of mind ?
So suffer little children cause I know
the things you see,
I know just how you suffer cause you
suffer just like me.
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Way
too
much
power
stacked
up
on
the
shelf,
Almost
as
much
power
as
the
Lord
God
himself,
No
room
for
human
error
no
room
for
mistake,
With
a
long
list
of
families
and
hearts
they
did
break,
Whose
was
the
decision?
Who
deemed
it
correct?
It's
a
fine
line
between
nurture
and
neglect,
Misinterpretation
is
just
no
excuse,
Is
it
child
protection
or
maybe
child
abuse?
As
you
gather
the
details
each
in
its
right
place,
Have
you
got
all
the
facts
right
to
build
up
ya
case?
Was
it
mere
chastizing
or
harsh
push
'n'
shove?
As
you
remove
these
kids
from
the
families
they
love,
And
the
homes
that
get
broken
are
tossed
on
the
pile,
As
the
kid
with
no
mummy
forgets
how
to
smile,
As
the
powers
that
be
sit
deciding
your
fate,
There
are
no
words
of
wisdom
that
can
compensate,
So
where
lies
the
answer
to
whom
love
deprives?
Given
way
too
much
power
to
play
God
with
kids
lives.
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Julie Ann Jones Poem
Suffer little children to
come unto
me,
Then stand and watch
as pedophiles
get caught tried and set
free,
But you know the way it
today
there's just no room in
jail,
So the dregs of our
society end up
released on bail,
See all you do good
idiots who plead
their case in court,
For the sexually abused
defiled won't
you please spare a
thought,
Don't you see that to
forgive these
men we simply can't
afford,
pedophilias terminal a
disease that
can't be cured,
Like vultures nonces
hover they wait
patiently until,
They see a little boy or
girl then go in
for the kill,
Remember little Lesley
ann,Keith
Bennett,Jeanette Tate?
Just how much for a
childs lost life
are you willing to
compensate ?
And what about the
families and the
victims left behind?
D‘you think while these
men walk
free they'll find their
peace of mind ?
So suffer little children
cause I know
the things you see,
I know just how you
suffer cause you
suffer just like me.
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Have
a
word
with
yourself
you
could
do
with
a
mate,
Have
a
word
with
yourself
girl
before
it's
too
late,
Ya
having
a
baby
'n'
cutting
no
slack,
Ya
having
a
baby
addicted
to
Crack,
The
why's
and
the
wherefores
they've
long
passed
ya
by,
You
could
drown
in
the
tears
that
crocodiles
cry,
If
only
you'd
listened
when
you
could
still
hear,
Ya
mightn't
have
spent
twenty
years
hooked
on
gear,
Scrimping
'n'
saving
all
to
no
avail,
The
low-
lives
'n'
flick
knives
the
harsh
sex-
for-
sale,
Have
a
word
with
yourself
'n'
decide
where
ya
bound,
Its
the
whole
of
ya
life
or
the
hole
in
the
ground,
Not
much
of
a
difficult
option
to
choose,
'Tween
the
life
that
ya
live
and
the
drugs
that
ya
use,
See
it's
time
to
start
living
get
down
off
the
shelf,
Do
something
and
fast,have
a
word
with
yourself.
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Julie Ann Jones Poem
I danced with the devil at the age of seventeen,and
he danced with me to Hell n back and places in
between,
Now the devil was no friend of mine and often did
me wrong,introduced me to the needle and the rock
upon the bong,
Introduced me to a twilight world where drugs were
my affliction,I took a chance began to dance straight
into drug addiction,
I danced with the devil and we danced into the
night,where everything important now was coloured
brown or white,
Now dont put your trust in Satan cause he wont cut
you no slack,and be sure keep both eyes open or
he'll stab you in the back,
So if he asks you for a dance pray heed the tale I
tell,or you'll be dancing with the devil and he'll
dance you straight to Hell.
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Another
night
in
paradise
the
cobbles
being
tread,
The
only
source
to
see
of
course
my
habit
remains
fed,Another
nights
denial
where
my
switch
is
set
to
off,Another
night
asking
myself
when
is
enough
enough,Two
decades
plus
under
my
belt
and
still
wake
everyday,convinced
next
week
ill
get
the
strength
to
stand
and
walk
away,The
seedy
kerb
side
crawlers
the
pretence
and
the
lies,The
looks
that
burn
right
through
as
they
undress
me
with
their
eyes,The
price
tag
i
attach
to
myself
asks
me
what
on
earth,Where
you
thinking
Julie
ann
its
tenfold
more
you're
worth,So
twenty
five
years
later
when
I've
paid
a
hefty
price,I
still
get
read
for
another
night
in
not
so
nice.
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