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

Tears over Tehran

This day is yours
When your voice is being taken away
By the lynching government
As Tehran sings for power
As the voices of the millions sower
To voices of the Ahmadinejad power
As he barks like a broken dictatorship
Using barages like battle ships

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

The men who crowd the streets
have their blood cut by the plods
And the battons on the ends of their rods
Screaming we want the truth
And not an abuse of our system again
So floored As they free wheeled
Their voices in pain

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

The governer in greed
Saw 64% percent in seed
And I can claim democrassy
For taking the voices away from the streets
So I can fix and regulate
To eyes pleasing kingdom burn up in smoke
As Mousavi pleads his case
As the Pigs lay waist to the bodies
Watching the high streets drip with blood
Of a many broken hands

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

So what happened to this so called democrassy?
Covered in red taped bureacrasy
As the tens of the thousands came marching
Into the towns square
Armed with their voices of as ammunition
Too battle the battalions teeth
In the front line
Falling to pieces as their blood was hacked down
By those heavy hands to control the greed

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

They sensed blood was in the air
As police swang battons in despair
As they sped through on mopeds
Gasing all the crowed too choke their voices
They faced the bricks and stones braking brittle bones
As they fought for their voices to be heard
Braking glass and cracking skulls
Sharade too the voices of parades

Because there's tears over Tehran
As the Iranians take to the streets
Finding their feet with their voices
Trampled into the ground

The next dictatorship has been borne

By Jeffrey Johns 18/6/09

Monologue

"God I am bored"
Bemuse a slouched potato like figure
Glowering over his half empty pint glass
In his local pub
"I am of the way this government is running this country"
he said with a stinging tones
"I am sick of government bureaucracy
Covering up lies with gloss and dross" he scowled
"Lets face it this government
Has been leading up shit creek for a while now
and I am sick of it
This government has more in common with
Big brother then it does speaking with true politics"
He said banging his fist against the bar
"I think the only reason why
Mr brown is prime minister is because
He can get a celebritalised job where
He actually does something that gets printed in heat magazine"
He paused briefly before sifting swig off his drink
"If he was not Prime Minister
Then he would be on I'm a Celebrity Get Me out of here
Trying to bed hop like a patronizing middle class bigwit
Who's sheer desperation was to grab every penny in the photographs.
I mean I can just see it now Gordon brown
Stood next to Christopher Bigglesworth
with that crass Jordie duo ant and dec
Doing running commentry for the visually impared
Or mentally restrained" he sighed staring at the bumps
"Either way its bloody painfull
Why is it that you have to have lots of money to run a country?
I mean both labour and torries are just as bad as each other
performing habitual bitch slapping dances sucking up to their leaders
And there is the Lib dems
Who are like the political ostrich
Shoving their heads in the sand hoping someone notices them
they mas as well do elections in an X factor styling
With a mass group sing and dance off"
He smirked with a distained sense of Irony

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