I like the song. What's the problem with that?   It's no big deal...I just happen to hate the wankerbankers and believe that never before has the corruption run so deep, or touched so many, whilst there has been not a sound of dissent from anyone...

Once, we used to take to the streets.

Now, we are just living out on them, dejected, depressed and disgruntled, but with no voice, as those in control of the media will not let voices out, as they themselves have been 'strangled' by the legal system.

And so, we sit, silent, imprisoned in this Land of Democratic Freedom, where most of us seem to have been brainwashed into Hearing No Evil, Seeing No Evil and Speaking of No Evil by those whose bible consists of Arrogance, Ignorance and Greed.


Below is part of the reason why we now live in 'The AGE of AIG'


'VOICE?' by Tony Stringfellow

"I hear no voice
As I turn my ears to the crowd
Just a silent muttering
Sighs of discontentment in a maze of opinions
Pale faces of placid expression
Mouthing words of shallow intention
Eyes lost in a glaze of chat room jargon
Where is your voice?
In a world wide connection
Comes the distraction
Souls lost in a web of virtual backchat
Faces masked by an illusion of user names and passwords
Your words are safe within their cyber disguise
The narrator cannot be traced
He cannot be faced to account for his debate
Where is your voice?
Lennon called for peace
Geldof called for food to end starvation
Bono called for money to banish poverty to extinction
Dylan called to us all
The angry protest singer
Who denied the label
Joan Baez marched in anger
Hand in hand with each rebel
Punks stood up to be counted - in zips
The causes of youth dripping like spit from their lips
They brandished sex pistols at authority
And were obscene with clarity
They all had a voice!
Where is the spunk of youth?
It is twitching ..pads
Over texted on phones
Lost in reverberating drones and monotones
Of abbreviated conversation
With meaningless direction
A wasted labrinth of vocabulary
Where is your voice?
Where is the passion of protest?
The scream of discontent
The eruption of brave intent
That gives you breath to breathe?
Where are the violent shouts of compassion
That vomits from the essence of youthful abstraction?
Where are the flag bearers of your minds?

WHERE IS YOUR VOICE? "

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