In Out
If only I had rose-tinted glasses
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I am a severely dyslexic please be creative enjoy and laugh rather than get confused, corrected versions will be available soon.
Michelle

IN OUT IN OUT
Wanting to let go
Breath out
I need to let go
I need to breath out
Fresh air in stale air out
Oxygen in
Stagnant rubbish out
Pure air in
Olde baggage out
In out
In new out old
In new
Out old
Release
Let go
Be free
Not yet right
Resistance, or conflict
Anger or pain
One or the other caussiess change,
A rest they say is as good as,
Conflict, resistance, change,
Restiances is flux,
That gets translated as conflict,
In the judgmental disciples we find temples
Yet the revolution keeps pedalling along the silk route
Which is now the oil pipe that sells heroin that rages over water
And blood is spilt again
Blood goes raging down my street,
But none can see another human voice to blame,
Shame on you all
With the smoke screen of Israel,
You use Jews as human shields
Whilst the rest of society pumps the oil out
The Middle East fests
Puss sores and bed-wetting
Mothers take valium whilst fathers kill children, and proclaim them martyrs for the cause
The grief is none the less, but the wound is engraved deeper to the soul of thy being
To the soul of thy being
Engraved and weeping
The wars over water the source of life
Rage under a smoke screen of burning oil
Ragging oil fields on fire