A Letter to SantiagoIt is quite often said
By those who are well read
“The ambitious have no friends”
But I know of a powerful pair
Who for each did genuinely care
Though they never sought amends
For their many a wicked deed
And their pursuit of naked greed
The power couple to which I refer
Have both succumbed to deaths inter
Are General Augusto and Lady Thatch
Both sought to keep workers under latch
Augusto she did highly admire
His heights she did aspire
She made light of the scale of his brutality
And made sure he had her eternal hospitality
She loved his firm resolve
His crimes she was quick to absolve
So then it was quite the pity
That the Vanguard of all things privatised
Was the world over quite despised
Even in Thatcher’s boroughs of the City
Some deny this friendship even existed
They blame conspiracy of lefties quite twisted
A shame for them that the evidence is incontrovertible
In her own words the Lady called him quite “remarkable”
And she did go on to prof
British PoliticsHave you seen the modern Tory
The one who’s ditched Imperial Glory?
And scrapped One Nation
For Market conflagration
They may be the end of England’s story
The New Labour Minister
Is a beast quite sinister
He thinks we’re fools
And uses us as stools
To rise to the top of Westminster
Have you spied a Liberal fellow
He was fond of the colour yellow?
His principles he would loudly proclaim
But know he is drowned in blame
But that’s what you get when you mellow
Have you heard of the B-N-P?
They’re as “British” as one can be
They march and filed
For a man who Sieg Heiled
From these idiots we will soon be free
You ever listen to the Greens?
They know what “people power” means
You better hope they don’t win
If you like breast or fin
All we’ll be eating is string beans
Let me tell you about purple UKIP
The party for suits on a power trip
They’re the party for you
If you scapegoat the EU
On all other issues they say zip
SolidaritySuch is our lot in this life
Oppressed under economic strife
Liberty remains just a sweet dream
In the minds of those who must toil and clean
Does it really have to be this way?
Are we condemned to sell ourselves for pay?
Revolution is an answer that totally rejects
Institutions that privilege projects
Take heart fellow workers we shall rise
You only have to Organise
The last helicopter pilot of SaigonThe last helicopter pilot of Saigon
Is wondering if he were wrong
To sign up and obey
The orders of LBJ
Now he’s surrounded by Vietcong
The Ballad of Big BillBorn in 1869 was one William Haywood
By helping workers anyway he could
He determined to spend his life
Not on friends, sport or Wife
By lending us his calloused hand
He vowed we’d build a promised land.
Now William was no College Professor
Nor a staunch Moral Confessor.
He grew up big and strong
And rejected the beard long.
In fact Most working folk
On account of him being solid as an Oak
Dubbed our Will “Big Bill”
Big Bill began his rise to fame
Helping a Silver mine stake its claim.
Whilst picking at rock he listened to Ed Boyce
Ed’s speech would give Workers cause to rejoice.
Big Bill with the Western Federation of Miners
Staunch lads them, but their work could be finer.
In 1905 Big Bill really made his mark
That year Big Bill made his views stark.
Addressing over two hundred fellow travellers
Big 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.