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Hi friends, Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome. I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild, I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time. Please come back from time to time and read some more. I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read. Have a nice day. William Sinclair Manson. MY INTERVIEW WITH ROBERT HEWITT Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.
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ANTI SOCIAL BEHAVIOUR.

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Muggings rife ,old folks scared murder is common, issues flared alcohol rampant, drugs abused, jails full of people guilty, accused. Shopkeepers terrified, windows barred faces all torn ,ripped, or scarred children hanging around Town all night confronting  people causing a fight. Young girls drinking causing a fuss language rife when on the bus little kids learning this is the way adults all tutting  but nothing to say. Anti- social behaviour alive in our day people are nervous scared of the way Police overstretched, taxes are high does anyone care? except you and I? Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING. anti social behaviour.
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THE BUS JOURNEY

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Boarding the bus you see lots of faces tired, and ashen Grey parents and kids in tow going to school starting a brand new day. Tossed about in a bumpy ride tired before starting the day some faces angry, fearful, desperate amidst a drunken foray. No one getting off, the bus gets full people are standing in the aisles looking around on this tired old bus searching for anonymous smiles. On it goes as well as it can speed is never an issue chugging along the bumpy roads As a boy sneezes into a tissue. Humans plugged into various sounds no one wants to speak between stops Alone in a  World of their own umbrellas and all kind of props. The journey progresses slowly people get off en mass no matter how much stature you have everyone is equal in class. Pensioners board the bus is full you give up your seat that's the rule! On it goes we are getting there  the end is almost near you can rely on public transport it seems well yes, except not here. BUS JOURNEY ...
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THE ONLY WAY THEY KNOW.

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Born to a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights we live in fear wondering when it will come this isn't a dream or fairytale fighting for the last crumb. Children nearly as young as five carrying weapons to kill no teachers to teach them civility keenly craving for blood to spill. Parents in jail or not around no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion it appears whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know or care just statistics to quote in the news as hatred grows in every child. fighting of physical abuse. Safe in our own little domain forgetting reality in the streets carnage and disdain every day. you don't get a tab or receipt. todays youth, neglected each day brushed under the carpet "oh well" never h...
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CHILDREN OF WAR.

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Born in a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights in fear wondering when it will come not living in a fairy tale far from a beating drum. Children as young as five carrying weapons to kill education not an option edging for blood to spill. Parents in jail or dead no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know just statistics to quote as the hatred feeds to grow. We are all to blame safe in our own little World forgetting whats really going on while carnage and fighting unfurled. Look around what do you see? the youth ,going nowhere brushed under the carpet in a place were life isn't fair. CHILDREN OF WAR Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkou...
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