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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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A poem for our Politicians


We are never the masters but always the mastered
how often led by masters….        so blind
we have no right of choice to make our own journey
only corridors filled with darkness, all in line
filed under categories then lined for the slaughter
the prime meat to be paraded with pride…
the scrap ends all labelled and sent out as “food stuff”
wasted in the unemployment line
we all need no master or any need to be mastered
and we all should be leading the blind
to make our own choices and choose our own journey
bring light to the darkness in our minds
there is no need to file and categorise for slaughter
we could all be that little bit… more
give each one their chance to be all they can be….
and know that each one is worth fighting for!
 







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