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Red is the colour.
Red is the colour.
The Tamil Tigers may be beat,
Their leader reported killed.
But here we are again
On a poetry board that goes unfulfilled.
Just like the current British Crisis
Who needs the House of Lords,
Let us start an on slot with
The repudiation of the debt of these very boards.
But surely one and all,
This democratic social evolution
Has to have a legitimate vote
Upon this thrust up revolution.
The conspiracy theories abound,
From big J C and his almighty semen,
All the way down to you know who
With that pish Angels and Demons!
That leads to the illuminati,
A specious who might have a scion,
But no one can really top
"the protocols of the elders of Zion."
The Bilderberg are here,
Though the Pope he is a venetian blind.
The world just looks and moves
A single turn of kind.
So you reappear, what is it that you want?
Apart from this lovely colour red.
Revolution is high up on your agenda
But what is in your head?
I know what is in mine,
A laugh a joke, perhaps a poetry thread.
No more no less a comment or two…
Just like you, I appreciate being read.
