Street Reach
Time for fresh departure
A new adventure
A plan for the messed up training
A fence for the breaking
Ripped soul faked resistance
Pipped at the post by another agent
Rocket fuel statue to fill a garden of dreams
No more assets to be seized
All destroyed by the violence junky
Not able to fix up the party
Crushed in bruised retreat
A blast from the big guns
Bullets load, as cash flows into dust
A tax evasion
Arming the nation
Cover up the madness
Can’t deny some sadness
A crying shame
A massacre of free spirits
Hope comes at a price
Young people’s life
February 13th 2015
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015
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