If only one could see
the writing on the wall
inside my head.
One tribe is needed
Empty minds full of lead
Enter halls to see Justice fall dead
Understand dreams, but only sorrow screams
Let me go, the last dice throws
The hopes to do good
Bush, fires now in your neighbour hood!
Whose Bad or Good, the wood for the fire.
Wires flash over-loading screens
in the palm of your hand.
The rush brushed understanding still minds a dreamtime,
the just Flat-lines!
If only one could see
the writing on the wall
inside my head?
Visions on a mission
Taking no prisoners am captivated and dedicated
devoted on my knees!
Got crumbs to feed? Attack dogs ready?
The lead is in our need for the crimes seen on TV
Stolen souls sold divided states upsets the dead.
Jets treams criss cross, to and fro
the Globe is cooking on the stove.
Like bullshit don’t think
but keep 7 habits discreet
The rhythm of walking feet
The refiners fire pouring Gold
the flow goes where-ever
it goes never to gather dust!
Moor my type but the engineering kind of mind
Orchestral moves in the Dark.
Why building arks smashed.
In this state of mind
My kin are undone
when the crown had come a new lie was born.
Swamp land no buildings is this project crown land?
The Thames is full of shit
oh Botany Bay the new way.
RKB
ROBBIE BATZKE Poet - Socialist - Ready for Radical Change 
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