In November more than 230 years ago a letter changed the course of history. Lady Middleton inked hope in the heart of a British speck,
I’m looking at my wall decorated with frames of different sizes, colours, Most of eyes smiling back at me from years I have long forgotten.
Wolves kill dogs, must man kill man?
Doh Tita would tell of the glassy looks of the stiff
Let’s find a bush wherefrom we’ll buzz then stings
And create routes through nobody could think
And in stealthy style steal their everything
Then plant scare as blood and powder stink.
They said they loved me. Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me Heaping dust and blood on our city streets, As their lethal load
Arm deals and more arm deals, that’s all I see. Calibres change, the type of artillery Changes, the game players grey and go and Are