once upon a time

HERE WE GO AGAIN RUNNING AWAY

Here we go again running away from the bogey men.

It's the 12th of July..

Well, we call it going on holiday.

But really we're just running down that old hoary road

Digging in, hoping it will all go away.

Problem is whist we are running others have created a plantation

When we stop running what have we got?

Not a lot. It's all owned by the planters

Lets stop running, plant a litte bit of grass for ourselves

We don't got a lot of room to get about in

We call this our land. No you can't.

We planted  that bit a long time ago

Plantation owners not liking our assertion of rights.

Problem is there's no one to turn to. Nobody can help

We're out on that treadmill running, running

Going on holiday. The rest are entrenched

Not for moving, declaring No surrender

We shall not be moved so here we are On holiday
 Leaving behind the plantation owners.


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