Little Sparrow

The Vulture in society is casting his eye on me
As I stand scared in a cage
Hearing the racheting of his giant claws aginst my metal cage
And voices are swaying round and a round
Just dont make at sound
I can hear them screaming
When trying to open the doors
Whilst menopause stream on out
And frustrations building away
Lifes just a brick wall
I can hear myself crying out
Nobody wants to listen to this voice
With the Vulture spinning around
In the Wings ruffling
As peaople are questioning my worth

Because I know I made way
For a friend to make the grave
And every day I hear these voices of blame enslave
You my son they would scream at me
You are not worth petance or pitty
They spit with an undignified sence
Of talking down to me and my family
Because I survived a 6ft blunder
Before he went under
Only months was the distance of time
One shock shook another one into action
Like a double sided slap that labled me
The sparrow is who I be

I could feel a little hammlet
Want to burn and blight me
As a stabbing lay blunt on me
Burn my name they would scream
With those ruly tones of authority
Treeting it like a witch hunt
Burning all the proffercies
Not making it clear to anyone
But just only me
For these voices I at times fear
Will get the better of me
The little sparrow that I see
That little sparrow is me

By Jeffrey Johns 14/8/2009

The Application

Today is the day I apply myself
Not for the wanting
Of things blowing up in my face
Because I have a lack selling
Abilities that I come across
Within myself
There is this voice that in my head
That self doubt will always rule
And I don't want it no more

So here goes the cieled letter
Across the space of screens
For you to read in the great seren
The occupancy that you have
To choose my skills
Or ignore me
Because I wont fit in
To your picture frame

But give keep on trying
Hit your head until you fit right in

The shape is something
You don't want to see
As I apply myself with whiff of honesty
And send it off packaged ruffled
To be unfurled
And drawn to pieces again

Do the Oppression

Wake up and make yourself something your not
For today you have to fit in to get ahead alive
Theres nothing for those outside of our ring
As we are tightening the ropes
Exclusion zonesbecome bigger for those who can not cope
The borders of disibility become the grey pits for humanity
How can we be fighting for the same scraps of society
To take some money and break somebody
Down to the edges of this person
And within his personality
May lay the seed of something beautiful
But no one will see it because
Who will be there when I flaunt it
Hit it up and Laud it
But knowingt your going to totally ignore it

So Do the Oppression Baby
And take away your shine

Take away the glint inyour eyes
And replace it with something a little bit flat
Creativity is not encouraged
Because it does not ring with the monopolies
Of pounds and pennies that sting the publics purses
Wriming with the meat of what we need to eat
So lets change our our personality
Into polstychrine idiocrassy
So we can wait alonglines to be pecked and pushed into designs
Outsiders won't ever fit in
So we will chuck them right in the bin to be discarded
Don't let them litter this place
So we must keep them out of site
Even if they cheer our names
We must hide it all with shame
So lable us and Dont be scandlous

So Do the Oppression baby
An take away your shine

whatever glitters that is gold
Is forced onto to be sold
A bit broken and bold
So tone down your voice so it fits in with the ears around you
Don't stand on creates to speak
Because it will only make you weak
Nobody will listen to this high pitched squeaking


by Jeffrey Johns
5/7/2009

Watch your Streets

Watch these streets
Ther maybe BNP seats
With all their candidates
Running up with grease
Like nast insects
With itching bights
are hiding our sights
For racism is what we want
They all huff and puff
For the fight of the White Mans plight
Only to find out
We are all really imigrants
Just like the other types
You see how can we irradicate
Something this country has been built on
With its rich history
Of invasions and vacuous glee
That will always wilt the BNPs party pollicies
For they are really nasty boned thugs
working like a machine
To spread eagle disparatee
A bit like Nazi pollicy
Running through their blood
Slap their bitches
And treat them rough
Only tender on equal terms
To those of the same point of view
Or blood as you
Your old views on
How we should view
Those of other clothes
Not wanting to give in
To those with differents skins
because they have no belongings
They would chuinder and sing
With the sounds of stinging
Fists of glory ringing

So Fuck the BNP
And their nationalistic views
which really are very skewed
Out of date and lewed
As barrell clenching teeth
Scower like dodgy security guards
Up for a fight
As they claim to be in the right
And we are in the wrong
For letting others sing our songs
Settles and belong

So watch your streets
As they maybe BNP seats
So when you go and vote
In your polling stations
Then sing your voice
And make the right choice
Just don't be brought in
By their whips and their stings
Of their false presentings
Being nice and clean
Because they are really
Vile human beings

Free the Crow

Sat in the cage
The crow just sqwarked
The repressive voices
Did the million man marches
Of self expression
Get diluted to fit in
With todays mamouth marathons
Of cultural exclusion
Asthe scary truths
We put upon another type
He said hitting his beak
Against the wire of the cage
Rattling him with rage
And I could see his tears
Roll on down his feather tarred up skin
I have been through the battles
And this is the respect that I get
He said featheringthe wire bars
Holding him with castration
Just as I stand and stare listening in

So free me now
And open up this cage
Because I need to flex these wings

I mean is it really freedom
If I am sat here in a cage
Being poked at by sticks or mornacades
For the gazing hauds
To hound my very image
Holding down this voices
to stereotype mimic and swipe
He crowed as I just stand here
Watching him fleet
Shuffling his across the wire
And onto the swing
He had a certain menace about him
With the scard up legs
Folding on his balance
And with one eye bleeding
These are my wounds
From masters whips and chains

So free me now
And open up this cage
Because I need to flex these wings

So I open up the cage
which was a mesh of blood nad wire
Interlocking my fingers
To pull it apart
With loud screams
I hear coming out
Out of his beaks
quivering tones of frustrations
And reliefe as the trap door
Of his life opend
Wide up to his eyes
I never thought I would see the day
When this crow could speak
With out the walls of wires
Closing me in
He sqwarked edgily
As he hobbled out
To the bright lights of the world outside
As he flew out of the cage
Shone with with a blackened velvet
Feel as he flapped his broken wings
Thanking me for de-chaining his slavoury
And giving him a right to be

So free me now
And open up this cage
Because I need to flex these wings