Ackkarin

A Hurdle Ah there it is! Distinctive amidst the crowd, That clear look of desperation, The brisk walk, The frantic eyes, Can you feel it? The tension building, Fear growing fast, The walk becomes a run, The eyes grow wider, Seeking out a sign, A red mist descends, Frantic haste renders, All etiquette gone! Then comes deliverance A sign from above And they are gone Moments later, The deed done, The brisk walk, Has become a stroll, The tension has passed, Relief has flooded in, And now the journey, Disrupted so rudely, May now continue in comfort.

It wasn't my choice to start robbing banks. I was robbed of a life by society and all I'm doing is taking back what I am owed. In 1930 I was 25 and America was on her knees. For some of us anyway. In my little town life was difficult but nobody let it show. Every kid had shoes and all the houses were scrubbed clean. Of course there was an obvious divide between those who have and those who have not. When my father was struggling to pay the mortgage and support my sister in college and hold a family together. Families on the other side of town were buying brand new cars, going to the pictures twice a week and having 3 square meals a day. My

Chapter 3 Within half an hour the pair were entering the remains of Camden town. Long ago the place had been abandoned by the law abiding and those who wished to keep their reputations clean, if only on the surface. This meant many areas had fallen into disrepair and had become a home for low life and scum. It had also become a place where those operating below the law might hide meaning the area was full to bursting with murders, con men, tricksters, fiddlers, gamblers, rapists, fascists and robbers. Much like the House of Commons.     As the bike rumbled down what had been the main street they passed the old entrance to the tube station

For all the gold and all the things For every diamond in the silver rings The top end flashy motors The sharp suits and gloaters Mobiles full of the latest tunes All of them born with silver spoons Rolls of cash like you've never seen Plastic bursting wallets at every seam Houses, mansions, and high rise flats High heels, loafers and real flash spats Case loads of the finest wine Wasted on the top class totty swine Who never give a thought to the world Who think everyone can be bought or sold But that isn't the world I live in A place of debauchery and lusty sin That's not to say I don't partake And enjoy a little but for

Who cares if no one remembers anything, Those drunken deeds we did last night The songs we sang out of key The girls we tried so hard to pull What does it matter what was said When everyone else was so far gone That everything was just a blur Does it really matter how much we drank Or who it was we slept with last night If we can remember who she was that is. Does it make me more of a man To hurl after a drink and keep on going Moving from one easy girl to the next Bragging about my conquests to all No matter what feelings may be trampled Never worrying about honour or truth. If all this is true then you can keep it I want no

The man who walked into the sea There goes my hat, caught by the wind There goes my coat, to protect me no longer There goes my tie, all formality removed There goes my shirt, for another’s back There goes my belt, setting free my waste Then go my shoes, to travel in no more Off with the vest, so that I might feel the wind Down with the trousers, for one last time Tear of the socks, to dig into the sand Lastly the shorts, all modesty gone Now into the drink, to wash the soul Further and further I go Till I see land no more.

Trudge on weary soldier of grace Though an arduous task awaits Your valiant courage and valour, Into the fires of hell With no care of the smell Of burning flesh and dreams The glory you never know The rewards your never sow But you change our lives forever Some atrocities done in your name So on you falls the blame Of those who know not your task Take up the trusty sword of justice For you will always need this To defeat you coming enemies Though your task my seem endless Its is in no way fruitless For you have ended the pain of many To all the coppers on the beat To all the soldiers on their feet For all those who fough