Welcome to Universal Credit People Of The UK

Please allow me to introduce myself,
The Devil by any other name.
I've been around for just a few years,
and I'm here to stake my Claim!

Your Hearts & Souls are now All Mine.
Poverty, the tool of choice for NOW!
Only One Way Out For YOU!
The flames of Eternal HELL!

I don't normally post specificaly political content here, but seeing all of the misery up and down the country being felt by just TOO many good, innocent folk caught up in this horrendous 'Rat-Trap' called Universal Credit, I felt I had to put pen to paper as it were to explain to others outside the UK just 'what' an Evil Regime this so-called 'First World Country' is now being governed by.

If you can empathise with the growing number of 'Political Victims' here in the UK, please take a second or two to 'Share' this post.

P.S.
It's surely no coincidence that 'THIS!' was the last 'Political' post here on this blog?
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Suicide solution ?

So you think you have the answer
in your troubled, cloudy mind ?
You think the truth is waiting there,
and peace is what you’ll find.

You think you’ll enter a real-life dream.
You’ll float around on clouds serene.
That love will fill your every sound.
That you will never fall to ground.

You’ve heard that death is painless.
That you won’t know you’re dead.
This is the Black Rook talking.
He’s there inside your head.

You’ve climbed up to the higher ground
in the game that we call life.
You find the rocks too steep to climb.
“suicide is easier”.
These thoughts now running rife.

You think that you are on your own,
suffering inside.
How can anyone feel like you,
or help you turn the pride ?

Humility is stronger.
Pride is for the fools.
Pride is a gift just for you.
It helps you play the Black Kings' rules.

Remember how the Black King thrives,
as he destroys these human lives ?
He lets you through his gate for free.
Oblivion, is what you see.

Death, it may be painless,
but the mind lives on for sure.
You have the choice infront of you.
You can choose either door.

The Black Rook uses suicide,
and helps you feel secure.

The eye of the atom is the door.
Of this FACT you can be sure.

The White door you can walk through.
Friends will welcome you.
You’ll find a world you never knew.
It’s always been here in the blue.

The blue of love surrounding us.
Keeping us all warm.
So come inside and shelter
from the Black Rooks storm.

Humility will make you strong,
and help to clear your mind.
The crystal light of eternity,
is what you’ll surely find.

Ven Bunce. 

Excerpt from 'Visions Of The Future Past'. 

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THE GARDEN WALL.

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The Garden Wall.

The Garden Wall has a story to tell.
STOP! And listen
before you pass by.

Go to bed in the park.
Be afraid of the dark.
Take a spade and a fork.
Some bread and cold pork,
with plenty of tea in a flask.

When the Moon throws a shadow
across the forked bough,
start to dig at the base of the light.

Dig and dig.
Sweat like a Pig.
Like the one you have with your bread.
But keep your eye open for 'Nick',
or just like your Pig,
you'll be Dead!

Twenty feet down
and you'll hear a strange sound.
STOP! and take further instructions.
For the well you just DUG
is now feeling SMUG.
You listened,
and NOW you are TRAPPED!

The story the Wall has just told you.
Was told in the tongue of your own.
When did YOU open the door for 'Old Nick'?
Did he come to you dressed as a Clown?

If life's a triangular circle.
The 'Labyrinth' IS the front door.
Go to to the front
and you're right at the back.
So why did you come here before?

The harder you PUSH!
The harder the PULL!
The Steeper you climb.
The further you fall.

Listen to stories?
You listen to lies.
Tell the TRUTH!
And no-one believes you.

Fall from grace,
and they laugh in your face.
Life's a 'tissue'
that YOU must see through.

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venbunce.com 

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The Light Of Life.

If a poet holds the light of life,

and shines it all around.

Who lights the light

that burns so bright,

and always lets them down ?

It’s said that they who hold the light,

will have their hands burned raw.

That when they hold the light aloft,

they will be kicked down to the floor.

The poets must be foolish,

for they have been advised

of the dangers that they face,

as they put their thoughts to rhyme.

Would you hold that light so bright ?

Could you take the pain ?

Could you tolerate the suffering,

ridicule and shame ?

Could you lay your life out bare,

and let the vultures take their share ?

Could you cut your soul right open,

to let all of mankind stare ?

When the guilt of all our brothers,

finds a niche inside your mind.

Will you burn it out with the light of life ?

Or cut it out, with a red hot knife ?

Maybe you’ll just carry on,

with the life you call your own.

Let the poet hold the light of life.

As the way, they have been shown.

Let them have their hands burned raw.

Let them be washed up on the shore.

Let their body be cut for every sin.

Then why not rub the salt right in.

The poets there to be abused.

For all the time they hold the light,

for all of us who are confused.
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This poem - 'The Light Of Life' was written at the end of the original draft of 'Visions Of The Future Past' which was first published in 1988. The book has had a couple  of updates over the years but ALL of the poems and main concept of the original book has been kept.

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Thank You ...... Ven @ venbunce.com