Red bureaucratic tape ties hands,
Condoned by egoistical nugatory politicians
Who are both inept and otiose
Despised by disenfranchised proletariats
Self-indulgent commentators drown voices
Who’s agenda to climb the greasy pole
Exceeds the need to explain the policy to the masses
In a country where the only viable opposition
Is an interviewer with a well-placed mic
Who asks questions for a follow-up, rather than an answer
Isn’t it a shame that no one is talking to you, or for you?
Slowly, your mind is corporately re-appropriated
The rich and powerful wannabe oligarchs
Who will one day be paying to run the world
By subscription, at what cost, and to whom
Already you pay them to sustain you
TV, sport, overpriced food and fuel
What next, your health, your water, your unborn child
Any future ambition you have is suspended
You’re crying out for attention
But no one is listening,
not yet.
Isn’t it time that you, the little man
Got up and had a go
Mindless, thoughtless bureaucrats
Need to be made abundantly aware
Their fiscal mismanagement of our wealth
Hardens people’s resolve against capitalism
They believe they have the prerogative
To trample your faces further into the ground
They need to be persuaded
That any form of neo-fascism
It will be met quite rightly
By a blitzkrieg of hate
No more will average Joe
Turn a blind eye and let it go
How can the commoner
Feel Parliament is the way ahead
When most of those making laws
Do so as the Petty Bourgeoisie
But we do need governance, without doubt
Sometimes we all need leading, but fairly
Rules of governance need to be established
Created by the lions not the lion keepers
How often have we heard
“We are playing within the rules”
But are they misleadingly playing
Outside the spirit of those same rules
Don’t worry fellow-subjects
There, look, on the horizon
Shines a beacon of hope
Or does it?
Aware, knowledgable, seekers of truth
A new and powerful faction has aWOKE
Fighting racism on all fronts
Understanding the needs of many
To combat and fight injustice
Are they the superheroes
Or just lycra-clad wannabe’s
Are they on your street?
Are they active in your town?
Are you aware of a Woke?
Any more than an awareness of your local MP
Is it only when a camera points
That they both lay their bodies down
For the Wokes’ there’s an emphasis
On forgotten injustice
Now seen in a different light Cecil Rhodes for example
We should never erase history with violence
But learn the truth,
And change our stance
But you should never apologise for history
Acknowledge injustice and pledge to outlaw
Just because you don’t agree with the message
Don’t shoot the now dead messenger or his master
This concentration on the already lived and died
Negates any genuine interest in you today,
They condemn a world of racism,
You may have to wait if it’s not your kind of racism
All right-minded peoples denounce discrimination
Do you have to be Woke?
Or just empathetic to your neighbour?
History has its place in remembrance,
We’ve moved on, sometimes not always for the better
We yearn to learn and action,
We must continue the hunger to learn
In the 1840s, 6 convicted Tolpuddle martyrs
returned from penal Australia
Due mainly to the power of the people
And their 800,000 signatures,
Where is that people power today
With so many lessons to learn
Many conversations to have
This may be the right time, it may not
Whilst the Wokes are tearing down history without conversation
Your bosses are tearing down ambition, growing empires
Politicians are tearing down your freedom
Till eventually, none remains, and we’re lost
Be aware of muddying the story
So that you no longer have a clear view
The Wokes are vehement in action
Which then becomes the story
So the Goverment avoid critisciam
On an even more contentious issue
And your Boss suddenly hires workers
Underpaying them whilst no one is looking
In the land of Brittania
Where the first arrivals, inherit,
There's just no point in being a mother's third
The cash cow has been milked
By previous stooping milking stool gents
Even in third place, you have a voice
Shout loud for your future,
Shout loud for the hope of the yet unborn
Make all your voices heard.
Don’t park your butt on a meagre cheque
It will only give ‘them’ the upper hand
Whoever ‘Them or They’ happen to be
Show them that you care for your future desires
Don’t leave it to publicity-seeking
Opportunist Wokes
Get up
Get up
Get up little man
Make a stand
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