2. Concerns of violence in politics.

As much as I see the labour leadership leading to there being a split non-opposition, the attacks; now both physical and verbal are an atrocity.

People are entitled to their thoughts and feelings. They're entitled to protest non violently in the streets. They are entitled to blogs and videos on the Internet. We've never been so "entitled" and liberated. So why be threatening?

Sometimes I wish we lived in a soviet or Chinese democracy to weed out the idiots of society. Fair enough I'd "disappear" overnight going by previous things I've said but sometimes it's tongue in cheek, others non-direct abuse / trolling.

The point I'm getting at is that around 5 years ago and since; I've warned that countries are coming to breaking point with ideas, ideals, legislation, wars, taxes, random acts of violence and atrocities. Some people choose to ignore it and wonder how it happened. It's those people that hit out in ever more confusing ways by perpetuating the stereotypical idiot on the street.

It's something we need to stop. It's not big, it's not clever and the burning down of society is not the way to hit the reset button. Even if that society was a policy of the tory party 6 years ago. It hasn't worked and we need to all step up and condemn those idiotic few who threaten what we all have: freedom.

1.

Gazing forlorn into the sky
You cannot help but wonder why
Would many a man be so bold
To never let others in from the cold?

Why does the 1 per cent treat so bad
Those that need yet never have had
The things in life they truely need
Just because they choose to breed?

The newborns are the majority
Yet will still grow old in poverty.
Toiling for, in time; the 1 per cent
Whilst trying to save enough for rent.

Working forever, for those that care not
To this minority we can sit here and rot.
Immoral choices when others can toil
And fall silently from this mortal coil.

The 99 per cent will never win
They could be saved from financial din.
But those above rule with glee
The lives in the grasp of financial insecurity.

Some will wonder where is their recompense
Others may give in via anxiety in sense.
We the many, those the few
On so many levels we pay our dues.

But in the end, it's the way it is
And if you ever find your life in a tizz.
Just remember, you are not alone
Group together, freely roam.

Take to the streets, take to the web
Like a river, flow and ebb.
Do not let our voices be silenced
And finally; avoid confrontations of violence.