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A Glass Before They Go,
Folder:
Death A Glass Before They Go,
In hallowed halls,
Behind thickened walls.
The privileged,
wine and dine.
They plot our fate,
Between the plate.......
Of fish and fowl.
These modern day,
Parliamentarians who'd,
Slit your throat...
To fill their purses.
So, still they're sending loyal soldiers
To their deaths .
Giajl © Jim Love
The last honest man to enter parliament??
Time honoured tradition and cruel twist of fate,
for whom should we open traitors gate?
We curse now in vain,
they're all the same.
Death is their business
and business is good.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.