Mankinds inability to acknowledge the impact of reckless procreation. Man has a mind with fault in the vacuum of that mind, desires and matters carnal have overidden the senses so much that the sex act very often has no purpose than that of an animal
existence. Suffer children, well yes they do. Security warmth and well being to most is all but lost no. In the haze of consumerism of all angles and facets .The arms small and large surround and draw in material artefacts as some form of right
that to be without is less than the norm, it is everywhere, what the eyes do see the remains of the tired heart craves over. Man is now as a sea of waste and changes more coats than he will ever truly need, but too many children do without basics due to a political class of evil of all colours , indeed we are all products of divide and rule and this is historically now and into any future embedded into mankinds symbiotic faliures .
Category: Mason Cult Social Justice.
Housing Problems The Thoughts Of Mason Cult…Part 2.
When it comes to problems with housing in the overcrowded Terra of England it comes to mind that we are a realm of politically controlled snobs, who gives an owls hoot about the rickety housing ladder now missing many rungs, please do blame the legion of silver surfers and the greedy working class who exploited the never should have been right to buy it is properly built and administered social housing that should now be prominent. The working class have blotted there credentials by post industrial borrowing upon the over inflated ex council homes, thus blocking and stopping the council house supply chain.
The only reason it looks better than it did is down to the borrowing (shame on the banks.) The older generation have completely sold out the young, the disabled and mentally afflicted, but guess what folks, politicians love your votes so morals and principles go out the door. We are media driven class snobs in this country and try and survive under a pot boiling mix of jealous false friendship as a country we are finished.
Housing The Thoughts Of A Poet
Oh the latest wheeze on bricks and mortar Tory hypocrisy, we have the buy one percent of the roof and beneath, by God the Tories are in mercenary desperation but the thought will have the blockheads salivating.
The majority of social renters often need to be flexible in employment terms so house swap (exchange) is or should be flexible and workable. Currently governments get over the moment you are obsessed with the silly housing ladder, we have a huge problem with private landlords mortgage default and dodgy property developers.
In the end you wondrous dreamy property porn people grow up, there are no pockets in shrouds, think of Jesus a radical of his time, share lives and love, decisive housing policies are destroying humanity creating a me me culture, so called home ownership is a control mechanism one where any government wishes to give no support to the most vulnerable. PEOPLE, check this out just how many humans have been really properly rehoused post Grenfell, I pray the vulnerable will not take up this spiv Tory government wheeze I say protect all social housing at all cost not tomorrow but today.
Celtic Girl
Maybe I should make a scream as god might implore of me, my yearnings are tight as they go. I still see a Celtic face with Europe in your eyes and a mind big enough for a world of intelligence and kindness, I talk of a Celtic girl with a touch of Europe and sadness in her eyes. I crave company and love so do return upon the rapid wind and consume my mind in a new eternity.
Stood A Man & His Young Daughter
In the southern part of a south Asia a country near a border that shall be nameless, stood a man and his young daughter the man’s daughter wished to attend the children’s party in the north beyond the wire fence and prowling dogs a green four terraced building sang the tune of pleasant times drifting across the sea of oppression.
There was a door and a smiling guard who held a note-book & let them through he instructed them that there was a children’s party on the third floor.
The father said “come little one we shall see what this is, you have nothing much to do this day and the snow is falling fast.”
Father and daughter opened the big black door and proceeded to climb the winding stairs nothing in the first room, just bare and cold with strange scratches upon the wall but there was laughter in the second room full of brightly dressed girls and boys but no food or music.
The father was in a hurry and so left the youngster among the rest, he went downstairs out and back over the border for a while as he turned back to the building he could see the outline of a bulky man with glasses
smiling.
The day moved on the father returned asked the guard with his little book to go north and to the big green house , the father entered slowly and climbed the cold stairs to the second room despair struck all the children were dead he panicked and
ran back down the stairs on his way through the door to the south he was stopped by the bulky man in grey coat and glasses, why screamed the father the bulky man turned smiled and uttered with a coldness, because we have no food.