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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!
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SO YES! Messi Cheats!
But WOT! A WAY! To Leave
‘The World-Cup Stage’ ??
You Arrive A Football GOD!
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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!
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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!
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You’re missing what they’re aiming for,
There’s something waiting round the door.
The road ahead is changing fast,
And old-world jobs may never last.
The engines hum, the circuits glow,
While human drivers watch the show.
The wheels keep turning, mile by mile,
With silent code replacing toil.
Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
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Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
Electric lorries, sleek and bright,
Roll through the day and through the night.
Robot taxis crowd the lane,
Their numbers growing once again.
From distant shores the headlines sing,
“Automation’s now the king!”
The testing ends, the curtains part,
A brand-new age begins to start.
“So long, old mate!” the future cries,
As diesel smoke fades from the skies.
The faithful trucker shakes his head,
And wonders where the road has led.
Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
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“Stay home,” they say, “your work is done,
Here’s U.B.I. – have some fun.
Put up your feet, don’t break a sweat,
We’ll pay you wage … don’t you fret.”
Pick your nose or play online,
Watch the hours gently unwind.
Press a button, earn your keep,
While robots never need their sleep.
But something nags inside the mind,
“What sort of bargain have we signed?”
Is comfort worth the price we pay,
If purpose slowly slips away?
Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
Then echoes from an old guitar
Still drift beneath a neon star.
“Money for Nothing” fills the air,
With knowing smiles and raised-brow flair.
It’s funny how the songs we knew
Can sometimes seem to echo through.
For life, it seems, has quite a knack—
Of borrowing art… and paying it back.
The Wrinklies Ruled! …
We Didn’t Listen.
To The Words Spoken Gently …
In the Rock-Bands Lyrics.
Funny how art can light the spark…
Then life walks in…
And plays the part.
SO! – Stamp your feet!
Clap your hands!
Nothing! – Ever stays as planned!
Raise your voice!
Raise your glass!
The future’s coming…
Fast!… Fast!! … FAST!!!
We really ARE! Missing the POINT aren’t We? – The reason lorry drivers are getting such GRIEF! – Post Covid – They want Us Dead! .. Autonomous EV’s are the Future – The VERY NEAR Future! … Already – Banks of AEV TAXI’s are invading the streets in America, China, Japan etc …. AEV Lorries are appearing too! – Once the testing is complete! – It’ll be Bye-Bye Mr Truck-Driver … It’s ‘Universal-Basic-Income’ For YOU MATEY! … You stay at home picking your nose and playing your online games while receiving U.B.I. – AKA; ‘Money-For-Nothing’ …. Hang On! – Didn’t ‘Dire Straits’ have something to say about that?? … Funny how LIFE so often imitates ART! – EH??
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TURN IT UP!….. Can you hear that distant drone? A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown. The city lights are humming out a spell, And freedom’s bell is ringing – Faint as HELL!
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TURN IT UP!.…. Can you hear that distant drone?
A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown.
The city lights are humming out a spell,
And freedom’s bell is ringing faint as hell.
Back in the nineties, under neon skies,
The suits were dealing truths wrapped up in lies,
The young would gather, loud and full of flame,
While hidden powers studied every name.
A sonic frequency can cut without a blade,
A silent law that marches in the shade.
No smoke, no chains, no soldiers in the street,
Just unseen ‘rhythms’ hammering the beat.
Pandora cracked, the lid was blown away,
No hand alive can make that monster stay.
The genie laughs, the circuits start to glow,
And once unleashed, there’s nowhere left to go.
TURN IT UP!….. Can you hear that distant drone?
A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown,
The city lights are humming out a spell,
And freedom’s bell is ringing faint as hell.
From crowd to crowd, every nation, every land,
New forms of order rise with an ‘iron hand’.
The ancient hunger wearing modern skin,
Still whispers, “Let the grand design begin.”
The global village calls with velvet tone,
Yet every soul must fear becoming stone.
A thousand screens reflect a single face,
While ‘consequences’ keep everyone in place.
Remember old black-and-white dreams at night,
Where every smile concealed another fight?
The Village watched, while ‘numbers’ ruled the day,
And no one ‘truly ever!’ – walked away.
TURN IT UP!….. Can you hear that distant drone?
A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown,
The city lights are humming out a spell,
And freedom’s bell is ringing faint as hell.
That ‘hotel song’ still echoes through the years,
Sweet melodies entangled with our fears.
“You may check out when twilight starts to fall,
But some believe you never leave at all”.
And Lennon cried for peace beneath the sun,
Before this wired-up century had begun.
He sang of walls collapsing into dust,
Before we learned how deeply! … systems trust!
So hear that trumpet cutting through the haze,
Not fire from Heaven, but these latter days.
Or maybe ancient scribes in coded rhyme,
Saw empires built from signals over time.
TURN IT UP!….. Can you hear that distant drone?
A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown,
The city lights are humming out a spell,
And freedom’s bell is ringing faint as hell.
RISE UP! Don’t surrender heart and mind,
Leave manufactured certainties behind.
For freedom dies when questions lose their spark,
And easy roads all vanish in the dark.
Stand tall, stand loud, let living voices ring.
No algorithm owns the songs we sing.
The future’s not a prison carved in stone.
While human souls refuse! … to kneel alone.
THINK!! ‘Sonic Weaponry Trials’ …. Back in the 90’s in the UK, the Gov’t gave the OK to let council’s use ‘Sonic Targeting’ that only affected under 20’s .. This was being played in shopping centres/malls/ etc where teenagers met and caused a public nuisance! … Remember TOO! That this was W.E.F Poster-Boy’s period as Prime Minister of the UK (1997+)
‘Sonic Targeting’ has also been used for ‘crowd control’ in other parts of the world … The technology is OUT of Pandora’s Box – It can’t be put back! – But it CAN be used to CONTROL! or Socially Hypnotise/Indoctrinate any country, population, community – At Will – The fact that the sound is being broadcast in many different countries would concur that the Globalist Elite are about ready to STUN! Us ALL – into Submission – So that they can imprison us all in ‘The Global Village’
Did You watch ‘The Prisoner’ in the 60’s? … Did you listen to ‘Hotel California’ in the 70’s? Or John Lennnon in the 80’s?? .. If SO! – You KNOW! Where we’re ALL heading. …. And it ain’t a place of Freedom & Fun – It’s a life RULED by ‘Consequences’ …
That sound IS the ‘Warning Trumpet’ but NOT! The one described in the scriptures … Unless! – They are writing in CODE! .. Which could WELL be the CASE! ….
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