They record your thoughts, monitor you, steal your mobile
phone and torment you in a myriad ways but you are
steadfast.
You are an angel of love and compassion
In a murky world of Logties, bigots, racists and tycoons who
buy so many.
Your words strike the savages in their entrails.
Those in pain,
Those who are betrayed by the whores,
Those who love our country and all its people,
Those who are hungry in Payther's lap,
Those who are homeless in the conquerors' paradise,
Those whose brains are ugly tools of the drug pushers,
All look at you for hope, for love, for kindness, for succour.
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