Thaks to Stan , who planted this seed in my mind , chears Stan me old mate.


THEY TOLD ME THAT

THEY tell me they are bad

THEY tell me they are not

Like us

THEY tell me they don't think

Like us

They tell me 'cos they are

Foreign

Speak foreign funny lingo

Not like English wot we speak

Got a religen wot aint like wot

We got

Well I went off to the WAR

Ges wot I got to meet some them

Talking one me asked for a cigaret

His mate for a drink of water

So got to talking chatting

In short them blokes were just like ME

THEY back home lied to them about us

THEY LIED AND LIED AGAIN

AND THEY ALL WAY HAVE

AND THEY ALWAYS WILL

I CANT BUT WONDER WHY THEY KEEP DOING SO!
Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Writer Of A Kind





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Written on 2012-06-04 at 18:36

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