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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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LIVING ON THE BREADLINE.

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These days we worry about whether we can eat or not bills are piling up high little money have we got. nowadays bills come first as we try to rob Peter to pay Paul children are going hungry even the mighty can sometimes fall. Governments screw the poor taxes have to be paid the rich always get richer as bread lines are always made. Hard working families deteriorate luxuries are very rare children do not understand why the table is bare. As the Years come and go we wonder will things get better? prices rise, money is tight it's a World for the young trend setter. Jobs are hard to come by benefits are into reform but it's always the working class who suffer by the norm. What is left for our Children? when little or no work is around even for the highly educated who Years go were sound. We have to live in hope be positive every day you get your say at voting time then the public get their way.
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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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