communist – Readi-Bay

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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This song/poem has that unmistakable pub-rant energy about it—full of conviction, colourful metaphors, and enough strong opinions to keep three generations arguing until closing time. And to be fair, British political satire has always thrived on exactly that style—from the old music halls to newspaper cartoonists to late-night comedians. There’s a long tradition of taking a serious grievance and wrapping it in wit, rhyme, and a bit of cheek.

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Remember the Piper on the hill,
Playing tunes with iron will,
Promising dreams of golden light,
While shadows gathered in the night.

He sang of progress, bold and grand,
A brighter future for the land,
Yet many claimed the price too high,
As old traditions passed them by.

The roads were opened far and wide,
New currents swept the nation’s tide,
The wires hummed through every town,
As barriers slowly tumbled down.

The gamblers found a glowing screen,
The merchants chased the endless green,
The fortune wheel spun day and night,
Beneath the pale electric light.

The borders stretched, the gates swung free,
A changing shore beside the sea,
Some cheered the dawn of something new,
While others feared what might ensue.

The coffers filled with growing gold,
Or so the stories often told,
And every pound that found its way,
Helped keep the message on display.

The banners waved, the slogans flew,
The faithful praised the vision too,
The spin machines turned round and round,
With polished words and polished sound.

The ‘old clubs’ met in candle glow,
Discussing how the world should go,
The thinkers mapped tomorrow’s plan,
And drew new futures for the clan.

Yet critics watched with troubled eyes,
Beneath the ever-changing skies,
They mourned the things they knew were lost,
And counted up the hidden cost.

They spoke of freedom, law, and pride,
Of mighty rivers running wide,
Of lessons handed through the years,
And strengthened by both sweat and tears.

“Remember well,” the voices cry,
“Ask not the what! – but ask the why!,”
For every age will write its page,
And every dream may set the stage.

So history walks its winding way,
Through praise and blame from day to day,
And every Piper, soon or late,
Must answer to the hands of fate.

Remember! ‘The Blair Warrior’ was the ‘Pied-Piper’ who led and enabled the open road for; ‘Online Porn’ … ‘Online Gambling’ … And … ‘Unlimited Immigration’ in Great Britain in the late nineties – just for starters – All for Money – That the Socialist Cause could spend More & More on it’s OWN ‘Promotion-Spin-Machine’ … AKA; Momentum! – Remember Momentum? Best Buddies with ‘The Fabian Society’ who in turn are Blair Warrior’s Mentors! .. Sounds like a good Fiction Novel EH?? … Such a shame it’s a ‘Non-Fiction-Handbook’ on HOW to bring down the Nation that GAVE the World ‘Civilization’ and ‘Freedom’ as well as ‘Law & Order’ etc; etc; … NOW! Sadly all evaporated at the hands of the Communist ‘Socialism’ – AKA: “The Politics Of SPITE!” ….

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