“Until we’re truly equal we will not be truly free.”
A point imprinted over your father’s knee.
Pull back the curtains, let that hiding sink in,
Pondering on what it means to you and your kin.
No apologies to the Good Time Clan,
For when the big ship sinks then so does the band –
Driven to care, who was the soul that said:
“The heart on my sleeve goes with the art in my head.”
“Two Nations…”
To safeguard all that’s left in life is now a treasonous and a heinous crime,
And if you’ve not got the joke yet, if the punchline’s amiss
Then here’s a good friend who’ll tell you just how it is ‑
Tell ’em, big fella:
“You are compelled to pass all your life in want and in heavy work,
whilst others, who do not work at all profit by what you produce.
You are slaves to these men, and this should not be.”
“We are all workers now..”
“In such a time of mass employment it was a wonder that men weren’t more often up in arms about it.
For those afflicted by economic affliction, a word of comfort, a word of encouragement:”
“Blow the bloody bugle, bang the bloody drum,
Blast the bloody bourgeoisie to bloody kingdom come !
If the Young haven’t the guts to be audacious and full of Fire
Then there’s not much hope for any of us –
Socialism isn’t something to apologise for!”
IF YOU REALLY WANT TO CHANGE THINGS
YOU’VE GOT TO HAVE THE POWER TO DO IT
“We are all workers now..”
“We found the Union Jack worth living under!”
“I want you ask yourselves:
– What about us though? We don’t own our country!
– DON’T TALK SUCH A LOT OF ROT.
– Why do you think that’s rather troublesome?
– IT IS OUR COUNTRY, AND IF THERE IS INJUSTICE AND INEQUALITY, IT’S OUR FAULT FOR ALLOWING IT!”
“Why not write to your MP about it? “
Ho Ho – you’re joking aren’t you??
