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How good to find when all has been spoken That a great country has at last awoken

The truest cliché ever devised But still by rulers much despised “All power tends to corrupt” Said Lord Acton adding astutely “Absolute power corrupts absolutely”

When you sing From a tree I can’t fathom a thing But you are sending some thing If only a ping When you land on the seat Are you sending a thought? Don’t go away Little bird I want to hear  what you want to say Soon technology will find a way Till then keep rob, rob Robin along

We Earthlings are but a minute spec Among trillions of galaxies and the only one with Evolution’s gift of breathable air Why then are we sleepwalking to war Wondering whether at worst Nuclear weapons or rogue AI will get there first

Le mobile C’est moi

Pedestrianise our pavements Who’d have thought that cycle lanes Would lead to losses not gains A surge of cyclists now use the footway In anti-social power play What we need is a complete cessation And a quick return to pedestrianisation