The boozy savage words still strike home -
Franz would recognise these chancers -
Their oily smiles -
Their lies -
He'd recognise the brutish faces of these patriots -
The armbands in their pockets -
He'd scorn these entrepreneurs -
Those who posses silky fleshy jowls -
I'll sell newspapers in the street, I think -
I'll think what the hell -
The way leads to freedom, to freedom it goes -
The old world must crumble -
Awake, wind of dawn ! -
19.36
Saturday 29 September 2018
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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