D - O - M three small letters that came at a cost;
war, after war, after war in our past, one of them ends in a nuclear blast, wear a poppy each year - ‘lest we forget’ - and yet…
we are still fighting in far distant lands so it doesn’t seem real – the blood on our hands.
D - O - M three small letters that came at a cost;
fueled by subjugation, slavery, then segregation, but the man with the dream, which he shared with his nation wound up dead – a bullet to the head…
in the land of the free – where he made the call, it was really quite simple – equality for all.
D - O - M three small letters that came at a cost;
an explosion on a plane, in a car, on a bus and it rained metal and concrete...
and enough patriotism to fuel a battle fought far away, in a desert of dirt but it didn’t end there, now all humanity hurt.
D - O - M three small letters that came at a cost;
a mother, a father, a grandparent lost – to a disease, allowed to run rife, by a lack of respect for those older in life...
who needed our care but were left unaware in a place we called ‘home’ – but they were alone.
D - O - M three small letters that come at a cost;
a mortgage - bills, and council tax, a fifty hour week, and a credit card maxed, no rest for us - thrown under the bus...
by Tory MPs who live without stress, of feeding a family – they clapped our NHS -to keep their seat warm while the rest of us mourned.
F - R - E - E. four small letters that allow us to;
wear what we want, to speak without fear, to love whom we like to demonstrate – strike to be whom-ever we want to be,
four little letters that we take for granted F - R - E - E FREE - implies something for nothing until you add D-O-M.
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