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Toys of Flesh and Blood

Thud thud thud thud

Thud thud thud thud

Go the toy soldiers as they march out to war,

Thud thud thud thud

Thud thud thud thud

Marching to the beat of the toy drummer’s drum,

Thud thud thud tara-

Tata taratata,

Toy men and boys march

With toy guns, swords and cannons

Thud thud thud tara-

Tata taratata

Boom tatata boom tatata boom tatata boom

Down go the toy soldiers still fighting for glory and worth

Down those on horseback with the bright, coloured clothes,

Boom tatata boom

Tatata boom tatata boom

Out come the soldiers – the ones who don’t have swords

But wear them on their guns, shiny small and sharp

Boom tatata boom

Tatata boom tatata boom

Here there are no drummer boys nor coloured uniforms

But dirty holes in which they hide and wait for bombs to strike

Boom tatata boom

Tatata boom tatata boom

Here horrified poets write of horrible war to home

And others like to sit and stare and wait for bullets or maybe shells

To hit their mark and end the pain,

Boom tatata boom

Tatata boom tatata boom

There is no glory here.

Boom tatata boom

Tatata boom tatata boom

When war is won and all is lost and strewn upon the ground

Then a newer kind of soldier comes out to play

Some call him atom bomb, some just call him nuke

But wherever A-bomb goes, disaster strikes like no-one knows

Save those too far away to fall and those that passed away.

 

There is no sound for war now all the soldiers go and hide,

If ever A comes out again no-one will survive…

 
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Posted by on 17 May 2014 in Banzaï

 

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Speakeasy #161 – Of Monsters And Men

We could have achieved so much, you and I, but you locked me in a cage, said I gave a bad image and then you did things to me, to try and make more people like me because you wanted an army. But you didn’t want me. All you ever did was deceive me. All you did was lie and I now I can’t sit still. You said you wanted to help me, I wanted us to rule the world and I trusted you as you stabbed me in the back. You’re the bad guy, you locked me up. So I have to be the good guy and defeat you. This is why I can’t sit still you see, justice is calling and I have to do what’s right. I can hear it now, the quiet thudding, I stand up and smash the lock and open the door. Now it’s getting louder as I suddenly know which way to go to get out and I storm out. Along with the thudding in my heart is now a deafening rhythmic booming thump waiting for the action to go with the music but I know where to go. Today is the day you could’ve started your rule. As I got closer the music got louder and the rage spilled out of me like a fire consuming everything in its wake, the clouds shifted, casting an ominous shadow on the ground.
I will end your rule before it even starts. When I see you all I see is you, all I hear this music inside my head and I feel the poking of more and more bullets bouncing of my body, I am unstoppable, I am god.
We could’ve had it all, but you played by the rules and ended up with nothing. With your bleeding entrails in my huge hands and bits of your brain scattered on the floor.
We could’ve had it all…

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Posted by on 11 May 2014 in Banzaï, Speakeasy

 

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Speakeasy #159 – Rise and Fall

There was a time when the human race Became. There was a time when it was young and stupid and harmlessly barbaric and as the years passed it grew wiser. Or at the very least, some of them grew wiser. Then there came the pinnacle of its time, the golden age when bright young inspired minds preached philosophy about the world and it started to change. And the humans seemed invincible. There was hope of a better world. There was Hope. It fluttered for a moment, magnificent in its struggle, then wilted and lay still as War happened. Now it is dead.

We are the dead of the human race.

We cling to life unconsciously, not knowing we’ve already lost it but we know. My generation knows.

We escape in our dreams: I know some who look out of the window and see dragons, I know those who live in their past and future imagining all the possibilities of what did happen, what didn’t happen and what could happen, I know ones who make their mind an impenetrable fortress where they can be safe from the outside and there are people who see great plains where they can escape the monotonous life we lead that is not living anymore and I know people who have a different life in their dreams and live it at night and sometimes during the day too and I know, that the people who write stories sometimes write things so amazing that will touch you to the deepest of your heart and they can make those stories so true because they believe in them and some people live in their stories and the world fades away until everyone else realises…

We are the dead.

Some say the world was created by a silver fox, old and wise; he remembered to give us old but he did not remember the wise…

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Posted by on 29 April 2014 in Banzaï, Speakeasy

 

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Eternal Darkness

Sweat and blood drip down,
“…over soon…”
Daemons know the pain; they’ll never stop.
Reminiscence smiles, but vision blurs and reality hits me hard
“…love gone…”

Yet I must atone for our sins

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Posted by on 24 March 2014 in Banzaï, Trifecta

 

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