White Rose Petals

White rose petals fall, finger tip pin prick red blood flows under her majesty's blue sky And the sound of a collective heart beat penetrates the soul; a country that has never scratched the surface of the ground it walks; the land it stole A country that doesn't know - what it doesn't know and …

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Bloodline

We are not a business deal We are not a property to purchase - or to steal We are a tapestry of magnificent color Texture, pattern, ebb and flow Music high, music low We are not a bottom line Deals made, deals signed We are individuals Uniquely defined All related via one bloodline... ©2017 TrilbyYates

Revolution

It's raining down collective societal conscience a shift, slap and pat down of fear based rhetoric something so sinister it retracts common morality; lean to the right and hear a reptilian hiss... dissipating truth from fiction power is an addiction - if we slither in groups It's something we can find in our history books …

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