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Baker Street played softly
On ‘Boom Radio’ Today.
Homelessness the problem,
So many moons away ….
Not So! – I hear you say.
It’s still a problem today.
“Lessons Will Be Learned”
The Politicians Cry!
But Years and Years of Jabber-Talk
And We’re still asking “WHY?”
It seemed that when it suited.
Shelter was found for All.
Pandemic opened up those doors,
Then Slammed Them SHUT on homeless roars!
As Politicians realised,
Homelessness within their chores.
Agenda2030 needs Subservience unbounded.
The Middle-Class too rich for that.
A plan is hatched – They wear the hat.
Prices rise – The mortgage too!
The House – The Home – Soon In Lieu!
Homeless Ghetto’s built in haste
To home all those who are misplaced.
Tower blocks like barracks,
Where homes of ‘Worker-Drones’ survive.
Are now the future of our lives.
Baker Street played softly
On ‘Boom Radio’ Today.
Homelessness the problem,
So many moons away ….
Not So! – I hear you say.
It’s still a problem today.
“You Will Own Nothing!
You Will Be Happy”…..
The Globalists Proud Call.
Homelessness is bargained
For Subservience and ALL!
So in the days of Gerry Rafferty,
We cried and cried some more.
As we walked past lonely, Homeless Folk
Sleeping rough in a London Door.
But STILL We’ve let it carry on.
Each Government promise never won.
The politicians Lie to Us.
It’s just a game to Them!
Points scored on ‘SWIVEL’
While We accept their DRIVL!
Baker Street played softly
On ‘Boom Radio’ Today.
Homelessness the problem,
So many moons away ….
Not So! – I hear you say.
As politicians feed the news
On ‘Chip Paper’ – It’s Just Their WAY!
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Back in the sixties, a new wind blew,
With promises of a world brand new,
They said the old ways had to go,
And planted seeds they hoped would grow.
They said the women must be free,
To leave the home and change history,
But many chose the lives they’d known,
A happy home, a family grown.
But still the voices grew more loud,
They sought to change the thinking crowd,
And men became the ones to blame,
As changing times rewrote the game.
Oh, the boys are out of town,
Who’s gonna hold the family down?
Who’s gonna stand when times get tough,
When love and loyalty aren’t enough?
Oh, the boys are out of town,
And the world’s turned upside down.
They coined new words to cast their spell,
And taught the young that men were hell,
A father’s strength became suspect,
His role in life lost all respect.
The gentle man was made to feel,
That being strong was somehow unreal,
A dad at home, a dad at work,
Was judged whichever way he’d turn.
Then came the days of fear and doubt,
When lockdown kept the world shut out,
And stories spread from town to town,
Of men whose anger brought homes down.
But where were facts beneath the claims?
Who really checked, who played the games?
While fear and blame filled every screen
The truth grew lost in all the noise between.
Oh, the boys are out of town,
Who’s gonna hold the family down?
Who’s gonna teach our sons to stand,
And show our daughters a helping hand?
Oh, the boys are out of town
And the world’s turned upside down.
Now classrooms shape the young today,
With lessons that can lead astray,
Where history and identity collide,
And children question those by their side.
Let’s teach them truth, not guilt or shame,
Let every child stand proud of their name,
Let fathers, mothers both belong,
For neither side should sing alone.
Bring back the teachers who inspire,
Who lift young hearts and kindle fire,
Let common sense and knowledge reign,
Before we lose ourselves again.
Oh, the boys are out of town,
But they won’t let their fathers down,
For families need both heart and hand,
And men and women must together stand.
Oh, the boys are coming home,
No child should ever stand alone.
Peter Moring 2026
Back in the 1960’s the Woke Movement was born. It wasn’t called the ‘Woke Movement’ it was called Feminism, a Hard-Left organisation that on the surface, wanted to get housewives out of the kitchen and into the workplace alongside their husbands and every other male in the workplace. The problem was, most ‘Housewives’ were very happy doing the household chores and bringing up their children so the movement failed – Dismally.
Now the feminists were nothing if they weren’t obstinate, insisting that They Knew Best! That Women shouldn’t be expected to be stay-at-home housewives, so they set about attacking the males in society as well as making it socially acceptable to claim benefits. They figured if they could make males weak or over-aggressive, they could turn society against! the average joe in society. They invented the term ‘Toxic Masculinity’ to turn the young against the males in their lives. Then they made life harder for the ‘softer’ males by guilt-tripping any male who didn’t wish to attend the birth of their children, or to offer to be a ‘stay-at-home-dad’ so that the new mother/wife could get back into the workplace, or join the workplace if they’d had no previous experience.
Now every time a Conservative/Republic regime got control of a western Government they would push back against these ridiculous ideas, but as soon as a Socialist/Democrat Gov’t got back in control they would push even HARDER to get society to see men as ‘Toxic’. When the Covid Pandemic was created, it was the perfect opportunity to create the scenario that Males were getting so frustrated at being ‘Locked Down’ that They were beating-up their wives/partners because their Toxic Masculinity couldn’t handle the situation. It wasn’t the case at all, but because Western Governments were all parroting the Lie, it was believed by the same people who were rightly! Frightened to death of the pandemic as everywhere they turned all they could see were ‘Death Statistics’ supposedly caused BY Covid, but in fact there were and still are no statistics to back up those misleading statements and the ‘Socialist-Lie-Machine’ went into overdrive.
We have been left with ‘Woke Indoctrination Hubs’ masquerading as Schools, Colleges & Universities where the Young are not only being turned against Males with the ‘toxic masculity’ phrase, but also over educated about ‘White Guilt’. A guilt misplaced, but never the less being taught and accepted by Our own precious children, with white children being turned AGAINST! their Own Parents. All in the name of Hard-Left Woke Socialist Ideology. New Teachers are going through the same ‘mincer’ as the children they teach. We need Better! Teachers that teach the curriculum that was in all of our schools pre 2,000’s or Dystopia will be too kind a word to use for our future!
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Back in the days when the village was small,
There lived a tough lad who would frighten them all,
A bully by nature, with fists quick to fly,
And a glint in his eye that could tell you no lie.
He’d grown into manhood, but never grew kind,
With a talent for cheating and a devious mind,
He’d take what he wanted, whatever the cost,
And laugh at the poor souls who’d found they were lost.
I owned a green Jag, a fine 420G,
A beautiful motor, as proud as could be,
He fancied my Jaguar, I needed his van,
So we struck up a deal, as two grown-up men can.
His Vauxhall Van and my Jag changed their place,
But one hundred and fifty he owed me in grace,
Six months in the Greyhound, I’d remind him each night,
Till he cornered me quietly, out of the light.
“You know me, Fred, and you know what you’ll get,
That money ain’t coming, so just you forget!”
I knew what he meant, and I knew what he’d do,
So I walked away smiling, with a plan forming too.
Then later that year came a deal to be done,
Four houses to plaster, good work to be won,
“I’ll get you the contract, if you slip me my share,”
He grinned like a fox, quite convinced I’d play fair.
I plastered those houses, did a first-rate job,
Got paid every penny, no need for a sob,
Then back at the Greyhound, before all his mates,
He asked for his cut, quite forgetting the stakes.
“You know me,” said I, with a smile on my face,
“You’re not likely to see that commission take place,
I’ve settled your debt, and the interest as well,
So there’s nothing to pay you — now isn’t that swell?”
His jaw hit the floor, and his eyes turned red,
With a thousand of the curses he’d kept in his head,
But the fists that had ruled him seemed suddenly slow,
And he couldn’t decide if he dared let them go.
For six months the Greyhound saw no sign of his face,
No bully, no bluster, no king of the place,
And I’d sit there grinning, with my pint held high,
For revenge served up sweet needs no punch or black eye.
Oh, the finest of victories don’t need a fight,
Just a debt paid in full, karma, and a conscience held right,
Let the bullies beware, let the whole village know,
What goes round comes round — and the interest will grow!
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Beside the Thames, where grey skies weep,
There stands a gaol where shadows creep,
Its ancient walls hold tales untold,
Of broken hearts and spirits bold.
Behind its doors, the years ran slow,
Through winter rain and summer snow,
Where iron bars and cold stone floors,
Kept countless souls behind locked doors.
Oh, reading gaol, oh, reading gaol,
Where stone walls stood and shadows fall,
Through tears and chains, through shame and pain,
The lost cried out in wind and rain.
Oh, reading gaol, your ghosts remain,
Their songs still echo through the rain,
Though locks lie cold and chains lie still,
Their cries ring out beyond the hill.
A poet walked those corridors of pain,
And watched the tears fall down like rain,
He heard the silence, felt despair,
And sensed the sorrow everywhere.
A soldier faced the gallows high,
Beneath the unforgiving sky,
His final steps, his final breth,
Became a song of love and death.
Oh, reading gaol, oh, reading gaol,
Where stone walls stood and shadows fall,
Through tears and chains, through shame and pain,
The lost cried out in wind and rain.
Oh, reading gaol, your ghosts remain,
Their songs still echo through the rain,
Though locks lie cold and chains lie still,
Their cries ring out beyond the hill.
Some came for crimes of greed and shame,
Some caught within a crueler game,
Some held for thoughts that dared defy,
The powers that ruled beneath the sky.
From distant shores, the Irish came,
With hearts aflame for freedom’s name,
Their hopes were strong, their cause held dear,
Yet walls of stone confined them here.
Oh, reading gaol, oh, reading gaol,
Where stone walls stood and shadows fall,
Through tears and chains, through shame and pain,
The lost cried out in wind and rain.
Oh, reading gaol, your ghosts remain,
Their songs still echo through the rain,
Though locks lie cold and chains lie still,
Their cries ring out beyond the hill.
The famous, fallen, poor and proud,
Were swallowed by that sombre shroud,
Each soul a story, each a scar,
Each dreaming of a world afar.
The years rolled on, the keys grew still,
The prison stood upon its hill,
Its doors fell silent, chains released,
Yet ghosts of memory never ceased.
Oh, reading gaol, oh, reading gaol,
Where stone walls stood and shadows fall,
Through tears and chains, through shame and pain,
The lost cried out in wind and rain.
Oh, reading gaol, your ghosts remain,
Their songs still echo through the rain,
Though locks lie cold and chains lie still,
Their cries ring out beyond the hill.
Now winds pass through its weathered stone,
And whisper tales of those alone,
Of cruel injustice, grief and grace,
And all who once had known that place.
So let the river carry on,
Beneath the same unchanging dawn,
For reading gaol shall e’er remain,
A song of sorrow, hope and pain.
{Although I provided the necessary research and prompts, this poem was written by ChatGPT and the Musical Interpretation is by Suno – Both AI Platforms}.
# The Top 10 Famous and Infamous Prisoners of HMP Reading Gaol
HMP Reading, commonly known as Reading Gaol, has a fascinating and sometimes disturbing history stretching back to the Victorian era. It held convicted murderers, notorious criminals, celebrated writers and Irish political figures. Its most famous inmate was undoubtedly Oscar Wilde, whose imprisonment inspired one of the best-known poems in English literature.
The prison opened in 1844, closed as a working prison in 2013–2014, and is now a Grade II listed historic building. Here is a selection of ten of its most notable prisoners, ranked approximately by historical fame and notoriety rather than by the severity of their crimes.
# 1. Oscar Wilde
1895–1897 · Writer and playwright
Reason for imprisonment: Convicted of “gross indecency” under Victorian laws criminalising sexual acts between men. He received two years’ hard labour.
Wilde was transferred to Reading in November 1895 and became prisoner C.3.3. During his imprisonment, he wrote De Profundis, a long letter reflecting on his life and relationships. His experiences and the execution of a fellow prisoner later inspired The Ballad of Reading Gaol.
# 2. Charles Thomas Wooldridge
1896 · Soldier in the Royal Horse Guards
Reason for imprisonment: Murdering his wife, Laura Ellen Wooldridge.
Wooldridge was convicted and sentenced to death. He was executed at Reading Gaol on 7 July 1896. Although he and Wilde did not personally know each other, Wilde observed him in the prison yard. Wooldridge’s execution became the central inspiration for The Ballad of Reading Gaol, making him one of the prison’s most historically significant inmates. 
# 3. Amelia Dyer
1896 · Infamous Victorian criminal
Reason for imprisonment: Murder of an infant in her care.
Dyer was a so-called baby farmer, taking money to care for unwanted babies. She became notorious for murdering infants, with evidence suggesting multiple victims. She was convicted of murder and executed at Newgate Prison in London on 10 June 1896.
Historical note: Dyer is widely associated with Reading’s criminal history, but the exact details of her custody at Reading Gaol are less firmly established in the sources than those of Wilde and Wooldridge. Her execution took place at Newgate, not Reading.
# 4. Arthur Griffith
1916 · Irish nationalist leader
Reason for detention: Suspected involvement in, and political association with, the Easter Rising against British rule in Ireland.
Griffith was a founder of Sinn Féin and later became President of the Dáil Éireann during the Irish independence period. Following the Easter Rising of April 1916, he was arrested and interned without trial at Reading Gaol. He was released on Christmas Eve 1916.
His story illustrates how the prison was used not only for convicted criminals but also for political detainees.
# 5. Terence MacSwiney
1916 · Irish republican and playwright
Reason for detention: Internment following the Easter Rising and his involvement in Irish republican nationalism.
MacSwiney was among the Irish nationalists held at Reading in 1916. He later became Lord Mayor of Cork and achieved international recognition in 1920 when he died on hunger strike in Brixton Prison after being imprisoned by the British authorities.
His detention at Reading was an early chapter in a life that became closely associated with the Irish independence movement.
# 6. W. T. Cosgrave
1918 · Irish political leader
Reason for detention: Internment associated with Irish nationalist activity during the struggle for independence.
William Thomas Cosgrave was among the Irish political figures detained at Reading. He subsequently became the first President of the Executive Council of the Irish Free State in 1922, effectively serving as its head of government.
His presence is a reminder that Reading Gaol played a part in the history of modern Ireland, as well as British criminal justice.
# 7. Darrell Figgis
1916 · Writer and Irish nationalist
Reason for detention: Internment following the Easter Rising.
Figgis was an Irish novelist, poet and political activist. He was held at Reading alongside other supporters of Irish independence. While imprisoned, he helped organise the internees and pressed for arrangements that recognised their political status.
His presence demonstrates that Reading’s political prisoners included intellectuals and writers as well as prominent party leaders.
# 8. Stacy Keach
1984 · American actor
Reason for imprisonment: A drug-smuggling conviction involving cocaine.
Keach, known for his extensive film, television and theatre career, was arrested in the United Kingdom in 1984 in connection with cocaine smuggling. He served a prison sentence reported as approximately six months at Reading.
His case is one of the better-known modern examples of an internationally recognised celebrity serving time at the prison.
# 9. Anthony Joshua
Around 2009 · Professional boxer
Reason for detention: Remand in connection with a case involving fighting and other trouble, according to Joshua’s own account.
Joshua spent approximately two weeks in Reading Prison while awaiting the outcome of a court case when he was 18. He later explained that the experience was a turning point in his life and helped motivate him to focus on boxing.
Important distinction: He was on remand, not serving a long prison sentence following conviction. He later became a two-time unified world heavyweight champion and Olympic gold medallist.
# 10. Henry Bushnell
1892–1911 · Repeat offender
Reason for imprisonment: Repeated petty theft.
Bushnell is a particularly interesting figure because he was one of Wilde’s fellow prisoners. Historical research has found that he was imprisoned at Reading no fewer than 21 times between 1892 and 1911.
Wilde took an interest in Bushnell and arranged for money to be sent to him after his release. His story offers a glimpse into the lives of ordinary working-class prisoners who otherwise might have disappeared from the historical record.
# A few fascinating facts about Reading Gaol
Oscar Wilde’s prison number was C.3.3.
Prisoners were identified by their cell numbers rather than their names. Wilde’s number later became part of his literary legacy.
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A hanging inspired a major literary work.
Wilde’s The Ballad of Reading Gaol, published in 1898, reflected on the execution of Charles Wooldridge and the suffering experienced by prisoners.
The prison held political detainees without trial.
In 1916, approximately 45 Irishmen were held at Reading following the Easter Rising. Many later became important figures in Irish political life.
One final historical distinction: not everyone associated with Reading Gaol was a convicted criminal. Some, particularly the Irish nationalists of 1916, were interned without trial. And while Wilde remains the prison’s defining figure, Wooldridge’s execution is what gave the gaol its enduring place in literary history.
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There’s a creeping, creeping chill across the land,
A shadow of control that few can understand,
For something’s stirring quietly beneath the public gaze,
A question of our freedom in these uncertain days.
It’s more than just a dog, more than a lead or chain,
It’s loyalty and laughter, love that eases pain,
A heartbeat by the fireside, a faithful, watchful friend,
A bond that holds us tightly, a love that has no end.
For a dog is not a number, not a nuisance to erase,
Not a possession stripped away without a tear upon its face,
It’s the comfort of the lonely, it’s a child’s first best friend,
It’s a love that asks for nothing, with a loyalty that won’t end.
They say that dogs are trouble, they say that dogs are wrong,
But millions stand together, and millions still stand strong,
For every tail that’s wagging, for every paw that roams,
There’s a family full of love, and a dog who calls it home.
And politics is woven through the things we’re told to fear,
Through whispers dressed as wisdom that grow louder every year,
Who shapes the words of leaders? Who sets the rules we face?
Who decides which freedoms vanish, and which ones keep their place?
We’ve seen the tales from China, the reports that shook the world,
Of family dogs taken, of lives abruptly hurled,
Where fear of possible danger became a reason to destroy,
And hearts were left in pieces where there once had been such joy.
Now some look to the future with a worry in their eyes,
Could something once unthinkable be sold as compromise?
Could loving your own dog become a cause for dread,
With an official knock one morning and a warrant in its stead?
For a dog is not a number, not a nuisance to erase,
Not a possession stripped away without a tear upon its face,
It’s the comfort of the lonely, it’s a child’s first best friend,
It’s a love that asks for nothing, with a loyalty that won’t end.
And should the day arrive when the people cry, “Enough!”
When fear has turned to anger and the road ahead grows rough,
Will those in power listen, or mistake the rising sound,
For a threat to their authority that must be crushed and bound?
For never underestimate the love a nation holds,
For its dogs and its companions, more precious far than gold,
And freedoms lost by inches can be hard to win once more,
When fear becomes the weapon and suspicion guards the door.
So stand for every pawprint, for the love that sets us free,
For the right to live with kindness, for our shared humanity,
Let reason be our compass, let compassion be our guide,
And let no dog be taken just to feed a tide of fear or pride.
For a nation’s soul is measured by the mercy it can show,
By the way it guards the helpless, by the care it lets them know,
And if they ever threaten the bond that makes us whole,
We’ll raise our voices peacefully, with courage in our soul.
For a dog is not a number, not a nuisance to erase,
Not a possession stripped away without a tear upon its face,
It’s the comfort of the lonely, it’s a child’s first best friend,
It’s a love that asks for nothing, with a loyalty that won’t end.
So hear the message ringing from the city to the glen:
Our dogs are more than property; they’re family, friends,
and then A symbol of the freedom that no fear should take away
And love must never be outlawed by the rules of any day.
It is a creep-creep-creep as far as Dogs go in the UK – It IS Political whether anyone wants to believe it or not! … We all know the demographic that HATES Dogs – They are also the demographic that TELLS Our Politicians and Royal Family what to DO and SAY at present …
During the Plandemic, China went around taking dogs from families and destroying them on the pretence that they ‘might’ be spreading covid …. Our UK UniParty are being pushed along similar lines where many folk are now ‘afraid’ to have a dog because of the ‘Social Danger’ and the fact that someone might come knocking one day with an official Seizure Order to take away what is effectively one of Your Children. …
Then We have the ‘Trigger’ for civil unrest that they hold as a Trump Card when they want to introduce ‘Martial Law’ into the political equation – What better way than to tell a Nation of Dog-Lovers that their Government are coming for their DOGS??
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Is ‘The Church Of The Poisoned Minds’ Behind the constant attacks on AI Music? … The Reason?? …. The Quality of Original Music is in Downfall at present! .. With ‘Owned!’ Talent recruiting the Young, Vulnerable & Innocent Minds …. Music Festivals used to be THE! Premier events to see ‘live bands’ in the World … NOW! They are just Another recruitment tool for ‘The Church Of The Poisoned Minds’ – A Socialist – Woke Organisation Hell-Bent on Twisting the aforementioned Minds – And At Present! Succeeding! … So if Hundreds of Thousands of ‘Non-Bought-Minds’ Gate-Crash the ‘Closed Shop’ system that ‘The Church Of The Poisoned Minds’ operate within – Then THAT!! Is a problem for Them! Even though it could mean SALVATION! For the FREE! WORLD!! …. Just take Glastonbury for the simplest example – NOTICE! All of those Giant Flags being waved in front of the TV Camera’s broadcasting the event Worldwide!?? … Are they ever about Freedom? Happiness? Love?? … Or are they Skull & Crossbones, Pride, Palestine and Trans issues?? … All of the issues that are dividing Society lately like NEVER BEFORE are on FULL Promotional Display at Glastonbury – {That’s without the CORRUPT Lyrics in many of the songs} They are also on display at all of the ‘Owned artists’ concerts … Subliminal Messaging has been hugely successful over the years – ‘The Church Of The Poisoned Minds’ have it down to perfection – Coupled with MUSIC it is virtually Invincible! … Unless ‘AI Music’ is allowed to Breed & FLY! – Humanity may be drawing it’s last breath … ‘Music IS The Food of Love’ as well as ‘The Food Of LIFE’ …..
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Turn up the amps, let the old boys roll,
There’s a storm on the horizon and fire in the soul,
They’re talking ‘bout a Reset, they’re talking ‘bout time,
Saying fifty is the number when you cross that line.
They say, “Old timer, your memory’s done,
Your body’s just a number, your living is run,”
But we’ve danced through the decades,
we’ve lived through the pain,
And nobody’s taking our memories again.
Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound?
The old guard’s shaking but we’re still around!
Hey! Hey! — Let the speakers explode,
We ain’t ready yet for that compost road!
They’ve got a chip for your memories, wired to your brain,
A digital box to preserve what remains,
Every kiss, every heartbreak, every highway ride,
Stored in a circuit with nowhere to hide.
Then down to the compost, where the old bodies go,
Underneath the worms where the wild things grow,
Turn us into dinner for the bugs underground,
What a hell of a future they’ve got planned for this town!
Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound?
The old guard’s shaking but we’re still around!
Hey! Hey! — Let the speakers explode,
We ain’t ready yet for that compost road!
They call it progress, they call it the plan,
They call it efficiency for the modern man,
But somewhere in the shadows, behind every door,
You’ve gotta wonder who’s keeping the score.
**The Few! The Few!** — that’s the name they cry,
While the rest of us shuffle beneath their sky,
Just enough protein, just enough breath,
Just enough living till there’s nothing left.
But crank up the guitar, let the old records spin,
We’ve got a lifetime of rebellion within,
From Woodstock thunder to London town nights,
We learned that freedom was worth every fight.
So remember your memories, remember your name,
Don’t let a machine decide your place in the game,
For no silicon circuit, however divine,
Can bottle the fire of a human mind.
Hey! Hey! — We’re not fading away!
We’ve got one more chorus and something to say!
Hey! Hey! — Let the old engine roar,
We’ve been here before and we’ll be here some more!
So raise up your glasses, let the old speakers scream,
We’re still chasing freedom, still living the dream,
And if they come knocking with their grand new decree,
We’ll shout back together:…….
Very soon, Us Oldies won’t need to worry about remembering ‘anything’ because come 2030 and – ‘The Great Reset’ – 50 Years Old will be our ‘Expiry Date’ and We’ll walk into the ‘De-Funk’ Machine – Our Memories will be stored on Elon Musk’s Neuro-Link Chip and the old Bio-Mass that is our body will be designated a spot on the ‘compost heap’ that matures and ferments into food for ‘the food’ – Insects, Bugs, Worms etc …. That the remains of humanity will feed on to provide just enough protein to keep them alive during their subservience to; **TheFew** …. Whatd’ya Reckon?? – EH? ….
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Fire in my heartbeat, dust upon my boots,
Thunder in the valleys, freedom in the roots.
Left the world behind me with the turning of the key,
The open road keeps whispering,
“You’ll always ride with me.”
Granite kings are watching from a thousand years of stone,
Out here on the moorland I am never quite alone.
Every mile reminds me what I came here searching for—
A leather-hearted wild child
Riding Dartmoor.
No chains…
No walls…
Just endless skies above.
No rules…
No crown…
Just the places that I love.
Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own me anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear me roaring with the moor!
Ride forever…
Free forever…
Hear these old hills call my name—
A leather-hearted wild child,
And I’ll never be the same!
Church bells keep on ringing but they cannot call me home,
My cathedral is the skyline where the hawk and raven roam.
Butterflies and heather dance beneath the summer sun,
And every road that’s unexplored
Is another race I’ve won.
Cashmere in the moonlight, biker boots of steel,
Camping where the silence teaches everything that’s real.
If the deer come wandering, I’ll simply nod and smile—
Every night’s an open road,
Every dawn another mile.
No fear…
No shame…
Just stars to light the way.
One life…
One ride…
I’m living it today.
Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own me anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear me roaring with the moor!
Ride forever…
Free forever…
Hear these old hills call my name—
A leather-hearted wild child,
And I’ll never be the same!
I’ve slept beneath the silver moon…
I’ve watched the morning rise…
I’ve traded all the city lights…
For freedom in my eyes.
If tomorrow comes to find me…
Let it find me standing tall.
I’d rather lose it everything…
Than never ride at all!
HEY!
Raise your voices to the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own us anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear us roaring with the moor!
Ride together…
Stand forever…
Every heart becomes the flame!
We’re leather-hearted…
Wild and free…
No one writes our destiny!
If we possess no watchful eye, To scan the earth or silent sky, No mighty lens to pierce the haze, Or trace the paths through hidden ways,
Then who can say what drifts unseen, Beyond the clouds or in between?
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If you have watched the stage unfold,
Where whispered tales were bought and sold,
A drama dressed in statesman’s clothes,
With hidden scripts that no one knows.
A nation cast beneath the light,
Performing scenes from day to night,
Where every speech and every smile,
May mask another secret file.
If we possess no watchful eye,
To scan the earth or silent sky,
No mighty lens to pierce the haze,
Or trace the paths through hidden ways,
Then who can say what drifts unseen,
Beyond the clouds or in between?
What moves through air, what shapes the tide,
While ordinary folk abide?
The people ask, with furrowed brow,
Who guards our freedoms here and now?
Who keeps the watch? Who sounds the bell?
Who warns when all is not so well?
The voices rise in doubt and fear,
As louder questions fill the ear.
Why choose a figure so debated,
So fiercely judged, so widely hated?
Why hand such weight, such solemn trust,
To one who stirs both doubt and dust?
Was there a purpose, deep concealed,
A greater game not yet revealed?
Would allies falter, stand aside,
Or leave us stranded with the tide?
Would bridges burn through pride or spite,
Before the dark replaces light?
Some call it chance, some call it fate,
Some say we’ve wandered far too late.
Some see a plan behind the show,
While others simply do not know.
The curtain falls, yet still we stare,
Searching for answers in the air.
For truth is harder now to see,
When wrapped in grand uncertainty.
So let us question, let us think,
Before we stand upon the brink.
For history’s rhyme is often sung,
By those who keep their conscience young.
If You’ve watched ‘The Undeclared War’ on Channel 4 in great Britain You will have seen the ‘The British Prime Minister Show’ – A Theatre Act in a play called **The Fall & FALL Of GB** … If we have no ‘dirty-great-telescope’ to SEE! what’s happening in ‘space’ – ‘air-space’ or ‘Our Space!’ … Then the “Socialist” Powers that OUR ‘Socialist Government’ are Sworn! Allies Of – Can DO Exactly as they like with NO interference from US! … **The Brit’s of Great Britain**…
WHY! Did He appoint the Most Dangerous/Hated! Man In British Politics to be Our Foreign Secretary??… Could it BE To PISS! OFF!! The Leader Of The Free World – So that He Would NEVER Come to GB’s Aid should #TSHTF??? …
Seems like a ‘Slam-Dunk’ from the ‘Opposition’ (To Humanity) if You ask ME!
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In The Year 20-26
A Football GOD Arrived
To show his tricks
The World Cup Stage
Has been ‘SET!
Just for MESSI!
His Last HURRAH!
The World Simply MUST! SEE!
But what followed
Left the dream broken! – Hollowed!
Argentina – World Cup Champ’s
Now Turned to Violence
Cheats and Tramp’s.
Argentina didn’t NEED! TO CHEAT!
BUT! – It’s in their DNA!
They can’t HELP! themselves,
It’s Just Their WAY!
.
SO YES! Messi Cheats!
But WOT! A WAY! To Leave
‘The World-Cup Stage’ ??
You Arrive A Football GOD!
.
You Leave! – As SATAN’s Little SOD!
FIFA World Cup – 2026
Brought The SHAME! From All The World.
Sport’s About Fair-Play,
Competition! is the way.
Football LOST! – This Day
When England came to play.
Argentina came with violence!
The World Saw! – Looked ON In DISMAY!
SO YES! Messi Cheats!
But WOT! A WAY! To Leave
‘The World-Cup Stage’ ??
You Arrive A Football GOD!
.
You Leave! – As SATAN’s Little SOD!
The World WILL! Remember Messi
NOT! As A Football God.
But As a Nasty Little Cheater!
A Talented – Little – SOD!
