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9/12

Phil Roberts 1957 (Melbourne)

In a graveyard; perhaps in Africa
A secret lies well hid,
A clue to genocidal murder
That terrorist once did.

In New York Town a crime was done
Three thousand people died,
But slowly the awful truth leaked out
That the bureaucrats had lied.

A plane was seen to land the next day
Deplaning women, children, men,
Over fifty people led away
And to this day, not seen again.

A plane they said had crashed on high
Then landed safely the latter-day,
The passengers were bundled out
Then quickly, quietly led away.

In Arlington, or some such place
Their murdered bodies moulder now,
The truth is buried with their corpses
Hidden safely underground.

Now the mind games have begun
We’re told we mustn’t question lies,
Lies they’ve told us since the day
All the innocent people died.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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On 9/11 2001 two planes crashed into the world trade towers. A few days later a rumour began that the day after (9/12) a plane with the call signs of one of the planes landed in a neighbouring state and the passengers were led away at gun-point never to be seen again! I would have ignored this legend, except Maddog Bush came out and publicly ordered people not to think about it. In a day and age when most people have little capacity for thought and rarely ever think about anything, the last thing we need is an evil fascist dictator ordering people not to think!

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