Don’t drink
Don’t smoke
Don’t show public affection
It’s no joke
Put down tolerance
With a baton charge
Turn protesters
Into tears
With gas
Don’t drink
Don’t smoke
Don’t show public affection
It’s no joke
But you won’t last
As the stinging eyes will clear
Because sooner or later
Your intolerant regime will go
Because you can’t tell people what to do
Don’t drink
Don’t smoke
Don’t show public affection
It’s no joke
And each and every one
standing up in a fearful street
your country will one day thank you ………..for your pride
© David R Mellor 2013
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David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20's he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.
The Moning Star Award for Potest Poetry: Nominate poetry-24.blogspot.com here
David was born in Liverpool in 1964. He left school with nothing, rummaged around various dead end jobs, then back to college and uni. In his 20's he first discovered poetry, starting writing and performing and has done so ever since. I has lived on the Wirral for the past 8 years.
The Moning Star Award for Potest Poetry: Nominate poetry-24.blogspot.com here
