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Escape from the barbed wire brigade
They built a fence around us to close the place in,
Behind each primary colour door tales of sordid sin,
Nets that twitch unseen music blaring loud,
Lads drink cheap cider on street corner in a crowd,
Gossip reigns supreme as your business ain't your own,
Every last detail is repeated,filed and known,
The weeds are growing higher they're festering around,
Nothing else can flourish upon this concrete ground,
Refugees are taunted here for colour & for creed,
Racists smash their windows mistaking need for greed
Behind each primary colour door tales of sordid sin,
Nets that twitch unseen music blaring loud,
Lads drink cheap cider on street corner in a crowd,
Gossip reigns supreme as your business ain't your own,
Every last detail is repeated,filed and known,
The weeds are growing higher they're festering around,
Nothing else can flourish upon this concrete ground,
Refugees are taunted here for colour & for creed,
Racists smash their windows mistaking need for greed
Published 10th Feb 2011
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...on smashing your own work?
They built a fence around us to close the place in
Behind each primary-coloured door, tales of sordid sin
Nets that twitch, unseen music blaring loud
Lads drink cheap cider on street corners, in a crowd
Gossip reigns supreme, as your business ain't your own
Every last detail is repeated, filed, known
The weeds are growing higher, they're festering around
Nothing else can flourish upon this concrete ground
Refugees are taunted here for colour and for creed
Racists smash their windows mistaking greed for need
Give you words a chance, by giving them shape...what a poem looks like on the page is very important...the shape you have used looks like you didn't give a shit about the work, so why would the reader?
You have some words, and I'd like to read them....please make it easier for me.
They built a fence around us to close the place in
Behind each primary-coloured door, tales of sordid sin
Nets that twitch, unseen music blaring loud
Lads drink cheap cider on street corners, in a crowd
Gossip reigns supreme, as your business ain't your own
Every last detail is repeated, filed, known
The weeds are growing higher, they're festering around
Nothing else can flourish upon this concrete ground
Refugees are taunted here for colour and for creed
Racists smash their windows mistaking greed for need
Give you words a chance, by giving them shape...what a poem looks like on the page is very important...the shape you have used looks like you didn't give a shit about the work, so why would the reader?
You have some words, and I'd like to read them....please make it easier for me.
10th Feb 2011 5:15pm
I load these on via my mobile which has limited space on which to write for some reason and then I will have to put the spaces and grammer in later
Thanks for doing that for me. I am on a computer all day at work so prefer some evenings to log in via my mobile shame you can't add more characters on-will have to keep them shorter in future if do them this way
Thanks for doing that for me. I am on a computer all day at work so prefer some evenings to log in via my mobile shame you can't add more characters on-will have to keep them shorter in future if do them this way
2nd Mar 2011 00:55am
I enjoyed this piece, I was transported to the scene you paint with your words
6th Mar 2011 2:43am
11th Sep 2011 5:31pm
I really enjoyed this, it gave me a feeling of connection. You're use of imagery is quite amazing too.
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