Ask where the x goes.
On the line.
In the box
On the cheek of a lover
So near yet so far.
The times are a changing
Like they were the last decade.
What happened to us?
Were we deprived of our self belief?
Did socialism provide the cure?
Did conservatism take the core?
Did the left wing fight another loss?
Did the fat man to the far right attempt to be big boss?
Winston Churchill would be proud.
He'd see us fighting against all that is evil.
Just as his colonial forces did in the allied march.
Now those days are gone, and the opposite is suppressed
Their freedom is restricted, their pubs burned and levelled.
The oppressive asks "How far can this go towards ridiculous?"
I reply with the following.
"The sergeant in the desert with nothing more than a round"
"The whole Talibani army is bearing down upon him."
"He knows who to hit, he knows it's his time to die."
"So he asks the simple million dollar question: 'How far does a bullet fly?"
"Or does the bullet charge to impale, maim, murder, remove, illustrate"
"The need of the three leaders to pacify this planet"
"To show their requirements, and exist in society"
"Without a care, without a pause, only with a share"
"Of the coalition of three men in three boats in an ocean of calm"
Now my only attack method is via this pencil and paper.
Being sanctioned within four plain walls.
My bullets have flown and my mag is empty.
More ammunition is needed…