A Letter to SantiagoIt is quite often saidBy those who are well read“The ambitious have no friends”But I know of a powerful pairWho for each did genuinely careThough they never sought amendsFor their many a wicked deedAnd their pursuit of naked greedThe power couple to which I referHave both succumbed to deaths interAre General Augusto and Lady ThatchBoth sought to keep workers under latchAugusto she did highly admireHis heights she did aspireShe made light of the scale of his brutalityAnd made sure he had her eternal hospitalityShe loved his firm resolveHis crimes she was quick to absolveSo then it was quite the pityThat the Vanguard of all things privatised Was the world over quite despisedEven in Thatcher’s boroughs of the CitySome deny this friendship even existedThey blame conspiracy of lefties quite twistedA shame for them that the evidence is incontrovertibleIn her own words the Lady called him quite “remarkable”And she did go on to prof
British PoliticsHave you seen the modern ToryThe one who’s ditched Imperial Glory?And scrapped One NationFor Market conflagrationThey may be the end of England’s storyThe New Labour MinisterIs a beast quite sinisterHe thinks we’re foolsAnd uses us as stoolsTo rise to the top of WestminsterHave you spied a Liberal fellowHe was fond of the colour yellow?His principles he would loudly proclaimBut know he is drowned in blameBut that’s what you get when you mellowHave you heard of the B-N-P?They’re as “British” as one can beThey march and filedFor a man who Sieg HeiledFrom these idiots we will soon be freeYou ever listen to the Greens?They know what “people power” meansYou better hope they don’t winIf you like breast or finAll we’ll be eating is string beansLet me tell you about purple UKIPThe party for suits on a power tripThey’re the party for youIf you scapegoat the EUOn all other issues they say zip
SolidaritySuch is our lot in this lifeOppressed under economic strifeLiberty remains just a sweet dreamIn the minds of those who must toil and cleanDoes it really have to be this way?Are we condemned to sell ourselves for pay?Revolution is an answer that totally rejectsInstitutions that privilege projectsTake heart fellow workers we shall riseYou only have to Organise
The last helicopter pilot of SaigonThe last helicopter pilot of SaigonIs wondering if he were wrongTo sign up and obeyThe orders of LBJNow he’s surrounded by Vietcong
The Ballad of Big BillBorn in 1869 was one William HaywoodBy helping workers anyway he couldHe determined to spend his lifeNot on friends, sport or WifeBy lending us his calloused handHe vowed we’d build a promised land.Now William was no College ProfessorNor a staunch Moral Confessor.He grew up big and strongAnd rejected the beard long.In fact Most working folkOn account of him being solid as an OakDubbed our Will “Big Bill”Big Bill began his rise to fameHelping a Silver mine stake its claim.Whilst picking at rock he listened to Ed BoyceEd’s speech would give Workers cause to rejoice.Big Bill with the Western Federation of MinersStaunch lads them, but their work could be finer.In 1905 Big Bill really made his markThat year Big Bill made his views stark.Addressing over two hundred fellow travellersBig Bill declared we were better than our masters.The convention declared and its resolution heard,That was the birth of the Industrial Workers of the World.From th
Lend a Hand?All are welcome in our industrial bandFrom coast to coast and in every landWe organise and fightFor every workers rightFellow workers won’t you lend a hand?