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    Ballad of Barnstaple

    Shivering December chill
    Looking down from castle hill
    Little town you're looking ill

    Brit disease is spreading fast
    Country life will soon be past

    Thought police are everywhere
    Honest men no longer dare
    Up is down and wrong is right
    And Weasel words and black is white

    And nurses to magistrates
    Engage in earnest pub debates
    Quiet voices loud words state
    That governments your time will come
    For Honest men have honest sons
    With less to lose, less feared of guns

    God forsaken country
    Once the mother of democracy
    Brought roughly to her knees
    By spreading Brit disease
    God forsaken nation
    Fallen far below your station

    Who dares to speak what we all feel
    With a smile you know is not quite real
    A house inhabited by ageing queens
    Conspiring and concocting schemes
    Craft laws designed to bend young teens
    And clever ways to take our means
    To divvie up behind the scenes
    Snouts at the trough of every meal
    And Tongues that fork with every deal
    Exposed, pretend indignant squeals
    Hide behind sound bites in every reel
    Blow on knots to bind their seals
    And nothing is what something seems

    But Teflon suits won't hide their crimes
    And Good will out in God's good time

    Little town you're looking ill
    For this disease there is no pill
    Last edited by Rims; 04-04-2016, 12:37 PM.

  • #2
    A profound write.

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    • #3
      Heartfelt. The relentless assault on community

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      • AlexandratheLate
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        Very strong with severe consequences but there will be an accountability. Great job!!

    • #4
      The poem as a mirror, a window, and a sword. Powerful stuff! Thank you, Rims.

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      • #5
        Nice poem with a powerful meaning.

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        • #6
          Just realised there may be a rap in there!

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          • #7
            couldn't help myself, had to rap it. very nice and deep

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            • #8
              Thank you. I'm too old to try rapping!! Did it work?

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            • #9
              Spat?! Appropriate! It was always my intention to call any collection that I manage to build up "Spitting". Seems apt.

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              • #10
                Excellent poem which is high praise from a Cornishman to a poem with a Devon subject

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