The nation was again to be great Return to glories, no vassal state But in fermenting their deadly drink Numbing senses of those that think These artisans of poison choice Claiming to hear the people’s voice Crafted a bitter bitter brew so bad That the people did ask Exactly; How is this better than what […]
by Derek Morrison Troll Kings now ride the wave New prophets, the world to save Deadly weapons they now wield Vicious words seed virtual-field Fracking anxieties and discontents Fuelling egos, exploiting vents Thought leaders of the virtual age Putative masters of creating rage Recruiters for intellectual bubbles Silo builders for shared troubles. So grains of sand can feel like rocks And tiny birds pretend […]
Our nation was again to be great Free of shackles, no vassal state Yet distillers of the people’s voice Became artisans of poison choice Hearing Trumpet notes of a deal But deaf to uncertainties the people feel Meanwhile, Brussels wants its example set That others won’t escape the net So now, which vassal role are […]