What I would give for common grounds
Chaos of a debate, lingering on platforms
A thousand men demand to be heard, boiling kettle
Individual thoughts on compromise, unreachable
Opposite ends of a spectrum
Distance of notions expressed, banquet for tea set up
Avoidance of a resemblance, tea party gather
Fear of his intention, alien of his life
Reeks of toxic propaganda, allergy to his breath
"Do not come close" Manifesto set
Far is near enough of want
Buffer zone, requested, demanded
Strangers intentions, unclear to observers
Worried with paranormal thoughts
From outcome of encounters, drink up notions
No progress or developments, buying into the production
No innovation through links and compliance
No effect on cause of sharing, knowing, understanding
Fear mongering on old folk tales, passed on, them against us
"There is something in the woods" it worries
Factions of individuals, groups, "puppet masters"
A vote in voices heard , hostage of a party held
A thousand men demand a stage
A thousand more queue in line
No compromise, gathering solid ground
" someone always looses out on that
and it want be me "
I demand to be heard
It is with my self interest that I speak
I demand to be heard, observers worry
My right to, I vote to, kidnap of an old machinery
My prerogative
My tea, just went cold, on my crumpets
