You are told this is how a young man
finds honor, that to die for one's country...
How could such beauty,
Grow amid such pain...
As I am rinsing off my face
tears are floating down the drain...
It's a bumper box of Belgian chocs.
It's a bowl of wholesome pasta...
Going Out to Play In the World
(an autistic journey...
My mind knows what it wants to say
But my mouth won't make the sound...
Monsters come in all shapes and sizes,
So many faces, So many guises...
He is a man of no integrity
promoting violence, supporting hate crimes...
You may not like us
it's obvious that you don't...
In this green and pleasant land
Where men of honour take their stand...
Naught is promised, our time here, we borrow
Yesterday's gone, though we can hope for tomorrow...
They ask me where I was born
like if the place where I come from...