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The child has run away For a blighted cause today He’s joined a crooked queue Of brothers twitchy and new For a leader they’ve never met He makes them all a terrible bet Prove you’re a man, brave and strong Your kinfolk’ll love you as the day is long They’ll make you monoliths ten feet tall Brass plaques, street names and all If you’ll go out and point your gun Pull the trigger on dirty old Hun Ruskie, Jap, Nip, Ching or Arab to blame Whatever the current contestant’s name Off the child goes, sure he’s an adult Protecting his country without a fault So he trains, learns and obeys “Yes Sir, no Sir,” the right words he says Jumps and spins and sharply salutes Ready to savage all those foreigner brutes Sent on a boat with sweat-stained mates Talking up tough, kill everyone we hates The young boy imagines he’s grown to a man A warrior, a fighter and a dastardly plan Overseas travel, true glory and gore Saving my comrades, country and more With a bang, a slash and a mighty blow The enemy’ll run, never again to show The world’ll be safer, peaceful and kind From our actions, I know you’ll find And up goes his name on pedestals so bright Forever engraved, remembered and right But we landed in muck, trudged through swamp The food’s no better and clothing is damp Walking forever, no enemy around Till day six when the mines we found Lost feet, arms, guts and whole mates Forced to march on, no logical debates Came we upon the enemy’s camp, they said But just a village, livestock all dead Women pleading us to save their kid But won’t tell us where their men is hid So we shot a few, get ‘em up talking They didn’t know so we kept on walking After burning their houses, corrals and crops And firing our volleys till every child drops Our rations are now low, stinking so rotten Though my vomit’s not from the illness I’ve gotten But from grief and all the bloody dead waste All the good people we’ve gunned and chased Minding their own damned business and lives While we interfere between husbands and wives Simple good folk, never a bad word We treat them like a low-down dog turd Would we do that to our own kin back home? No we wouldn’t; we’d leave them alone But for this big man, his pedestal bright shines Spilling his phlegm, on brash words he dines For his loud lies, loose lipped stories Of enemies abroad and whigs hate tories Hell, it took me fifty years of PTSD Unravelling my trauma from a worn out chesty And finding the truth of a war-loving world File by file the dirty deeds are unfurled Found we fought no enemy, not for our nation Was a senseless pantomime for a man’s libation Yes, I’ve come to see there’s no enemy out there Just our own demons we want others to bear ‘Stead of taking charge of the victim within We spew invective, wage wars we never can win The child left for glory in yellow Viet Nam Took a long time to return a full-known man.

Women have a lower centre of gravity than men and they see things differently ... why can't we accept and enjoy the differences we all have from each other - physical, political, beliefs - and still be good people to each other?

The 1st question should not be, "How can we help change you?" It should be, "Do you want change?" If it's a YES, the 2nd question should be, "Do you need outside help to change?" Only after that could the 3rd question become relevant. However, this is what is happening in towns across the globe - the government or councils asking the residents what do they want changed when the locals are perfectly happy as things are. However, having the 3rd question 1st, ignores the needs of locals totally.

Anxiety table-tennis balls and peace - how to release anxiety and other negative emotions in ANY situation.

Two true stories to show there is never just one answer and, for every situation, we have a choice to see restriction or release. You are welcome to join me at: My website: https://www.philipjbradbury.com/ Website: https://writethatbooknow.com Paper books: https://bit.ly/3WEaSUT E-books: https://bit.ly/3J2rwK3 Podcasts: https://www.buzzsprout.com/2125159 Videos 1: https://rumble.com/user/PhilipJBradbury Videos 2: https://bit.ly/3k6xAT1 Videos 3: https://www.bitchute.com/channel/MfZNzlSELKSb/ Blog: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/philipjbradbury Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PhilipJBradbury Twitter: https://twitter.com/PhilipJBradbury LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/philipjbradbury/

Like the founders of A Course in Miracles, there HAS to be a better way. You are welcome to join me at: My website: https://www.philipjbradbury.com/ Website: https://writethatbooknow.com Paper books: https://bit.ly/3WEaSUT E-books: https://bit.ly/3J2rwK3 Podcasts: https://www.buzzsprout.com/2125159 Videos 1: https://rumble.com/user/PhilipJBradbury Videos 2: https://bit.ly/3k6xAT1 Videos 3: https://www.bitchute.com/channel/MfZNzlSELKSb/ Blog: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/philipjbradbury Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PhilipJBradbury Twitter: https://twitter.com/PhilipJBradbury LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/philipjbradbury/

79 The only darkness is the one we paint on the landscape of our lives

Accepting separation rather than trying to force diversity

Maybe there is no life purpose or predestiny ...maybe what we're doing is simply what we're doing and, whatever road we take, will get us home. Maybe we're never not-home! https://www.philipjbradbury.com/

Rather than trying to bat pain away with forgiveness, denial, addictions or avoidance, simply stay with it and experience it dissolving, as per instructions in this video.

Your life purpose may not be some great, hairy achievement. In fact, your life purpose is what you're doing every minute of your life. So, rather than looking for what you can do, look at what you ARE doing - that's probably your life purpose.

Successful people have not always ben successful people - they have had to endure set-back after set-back, whether that's from family, health, employers, customers, self-doubt or whatever.

What stops us succeeding just when we reach the distinct possibility of realising our dreams?