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In a state of modern warfare



Do the combatants realise 



Just a split second decides



Who will live, and who dies.



If the survivor is British



He can never safely walk away 



Free of fear of prosecution



On some future day.



 



From their monied safety 



Legal parasites comb the law



To find dubious ways to make



Even more and more



They scream human rights



For those who never will



Consider those same rights 



Of those they maim and kill.



 



Like our political masters, 



Who are so very good



At fighting to the last drop 



Of somebody else's blood,



They've manage to



Legitimise the way



Of don't do as I do



Just do as I say.



 



All part of a system



That is so very lax 



At chasing those



Avoiding  tax



At the same time 



Clamping down 



On those who live in



So called Benefits Town.



 



In modern Britain 



Justice can be bought



And it's mainly the poor



Who are pursued and caught.



For the poor



War never ends,



Politicians protect 



Their rich friends,



 



And the British soldier 



In the end



Is punished by a system



That he fought to defend,



And the legal warriors



Sleep well at nights



Growing ever more rich 



From Human rights.




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