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You WILL Receive Consequences

Governments Worldwide Are Complying With The Agenda2030 Goals Of ‘Comply Or Receive Consequences’

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Through centuries of fear we’ve grown,
A leash of rules to guide, to own.
Civilization, they softly claim,
A shield of order, a noble name.

No pillage, no rampant fire,
No lust, no theft, no savage desire.
A world of morals we’re told to keep,
Or consequences rise from deep.

Yet behind the curtain, shadows steer,
The Few who whisper, bend, coerce,
Their end game waits, control complete,
Where freedom bends beneath their feet.

We’re shaped as drones, our hours sold,
Our spirit drained, our fire cold.
They harvest energy, thought, and breath,
And bind our will in chains of flesh.

Each rule imposed, each petty line,
Dulls the spark that once was mine.
We’re fed illusions, endless streams,
False foes designed within our dreams.

The films, the games, the flashing screen,
A theatre vast, yet never clean.
Billboards shout, the ads confide,
All to keep us pacified.

Sweeteners gifted, toys of light,
To veil the darkness of their night.
Like children set with games to play,
While parents turn their eyes away.

Big Brother’s house, a cage of glass,
Where baited souls perform and pass.
We cheer, we laugh, we take the test,
Yet miss the chains upon our chest.

The net, their web, both trap and key,
A mirror vast of you and me.
And all the while, the lesson clear:
Consequences—control through fear.

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The Fabian Society Objective View

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In eighteen eighty-four, a vision was born,
A gentle flame in socialism’s dawn.
The Fabian Society, steady, not fast,
Believed in change that would last and last.

Not through revolt, not sudden might,
But gradual progress, steady and right.
A think-tank formed with pen and mind,
Seeking reforms for all mankind.

They write and publish, advise and train,
Through reports, debates, their ideas gain.
Health and education, work and skill,
Policy shaped by reason and will.

Linked to Labour, yet not the state,
Their influence comes through intellect, not fate.
Ministers, MPs, some in their fold,
Carry their ideas, gentle yet bold.

Events and seminars, networks grown,
Young Fabians learning seeds once sown.
A whisper of guidance, a shaping hand,
Ideas ripple through the land.

They do not govern, do not command,
No secret cabal rules the strand.
Power resides in votes and law,
Not in think-tank halls or what they draw.

Yet myths arise of hidden might,
Of shadows steering day and night.
History fuels such tales untamed,
Because their influence is widely framed.

But influence is not the same as reign,
It’s thought, not force, that spreads their gain.
Ideas take root, some ministers see,
How Fabian vision may help set policy free.

So subtle yet real, their role unfolds,
Through intellect’s touch, not iron holds.
A society old, still shaping debate,
Not running Britain, but helping create.

Catch Ya Later ….

This is the ‘Official’ Objective View – Make of it what You will.

With ‘Hope Not Hate’ Influencing the Curriculum in the UK Education Systems
… AKA; ‘Woke Indoctrination Hubs’
…. The Future Of Great Britain is now looking very bleak!

The Rise Of – ‘The Enforcer’ – Jack-Boot-Warriors

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Why are more children, more adults today,
Shaking with fear in a world gone astray?
Is “anxiety rising” a natural tide,
Or a mark of control that they cannot hide?

Do labels of illness give “lesser” a name,
A category built for control and for shame?
Are governments pushing our buttons too hard,
Forcing compliance, erasing the scarred?

In thirty years past, the councils have grown,
Enforcers emerging with powers well known.
From traffic to litter, new titles arise,
Each one a warden with watchful eyes.

Daily we walk, yet we’re never alone,
For fines wait in shadows where rules have been sown.
Slip once with your coffee, your child drops a sweet,
The Jackboots are waiting to pounce on the street.

Filmed in the shadows, they skulk for their prey,
Salivating for errors to fine on the day.
If you turn from their judgment, resist or walk on,
They’ll chase you to doorsteps until you’re undone.

Who gave such power to these Little Hitlers?
Not by election, not by the voters.
Uniforms merging with police in disguise,
A trick of the mind, a game for our eyes.

Once trust in the Bobby was part of our land,
Now officers walk with no helping hand.
Respect is dissolving, replaced now with fear,
The lines have been blurred, the purpose unclear.

Subservience taught in the classroom’s domain,
Obedience drilled in the national brain.
With fines, prison cells, and humiliation,
They tighten the chains of a docile nation.

Enforcers are tools of the puppeteers’ scheme,
To fracture our trust and dismantle the dream.
Hate for the police then grows by design,
The Perfect Storm rising, all planned, all aligned.

Martial Law waiting, the uniforms near,
The PACE card of power enforcing our fear.
Homes open for entry, objections erased,
Consequences delivered, dissenters displaced.

And TV distracts with its glossy charades,
Police chasing joy-riders in loud cavalcades.
A circus of waste, a spectacle staged,
To brand them as fools while the system’s engaged.

Do you see now the path where this story will go?
A world under watch, where freedom runs slow.
For the price of compliance is liberty’s fall—
And you, Friend – Are under the Eye – After all.

Catch Ya Later ………..