Do I have the right to exist? with your campaign you persist.

You gunning for me and my kind, because I have the wrong type if mind.

If I could stop it I would, but let’s not forget that you accused and stood…

…telling me my future was behind your closed doors. But now I hear echo’s of boots on the floor.

Knocks on the door and quietly taken away, is it really going to end this way?

I wouldn’t do it for you so now you’re going to do it yourself? Take away the cruch that is my health.

In the end your burn the whole world down, just to embellish more trinkets on that crown.

D March 2017

Bye Bye Facebook?

I’m wondering if I should shut down my Facebook account again. I do it from time to time when I’m feeling a bit frazzled. This time it’s for a different reason though. Some of my friends have taken to using Facebook as there own political soap box. I’m mean its constant, right against left, left against right dozens of times a day. The whole brexit and Trump thing seems to have whipped everyone into a volley of self opion. A lyric from a New Model Army song captures it all for me …

“This golden age of communication just means we all talk at the same time.”

My politics are simple, I’m a member of the green party for the fundamental reason that if you destroy the planet, it does not matter if you’re left or right, we are all gone. Apples don’t grow on dead tree’s.

Anyway the point is I don’t want to digress into political dialogue anyway. I have plenty of demons of my own to deal with and Facebook seems to be a dumping ground for everyone’s own personal ideology. Right or wrong I just don’t want to get involved in the argument and I think that I should be allowed that option.

The thing that I would miss most from Facebook is the birthday reminders. That’s no reason to keep it, so my finger hovers over the cancel account button while I wonder if I’m just swapping Facebooking for blogging.