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Technicolour Skies.

We are the happenings,

Of yesterday’s

Tomorrow,

Our youth to waste,

And all time borrowed,

With hearts of hope,

That beat in bold,

When I was younger,

I was told,

That no man is an island,

Lately though

I keep on finding,

We slip away in

Isolation,

Torn apart by blue

Devastation,

Building walls,

Bolting doors,

Suddenly, somehow,

Moving without cause,

And it’s such a shame,

That we know no longer,

What divides us,

Makes us stronger,

Wars will not outlast the stars,

Worlds, and souls,

Will never be ours,

We will all return to mud,

The good and the bad and

The bad and the good,

So could we try,

To paint our sky,

Technicolour,

Be another lover,

Of another brother’s mother,

Could we just care for one another

Instead,

And stop walking around,

With playdough in our heads,

Just give away one smile a day,

At least,

Live with love,

From your head,

To your feet,

Listen and learn from

One another’s stories,

Just be a little kinder,

And fuck the Tories.

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