There was the Jarrow March, the March for Jobs
Now here we are again,
Out on the cobbles , walking the roads
Because of bankers and business men,
They wheel and deal, duck and dive
Gamble with what they didn’t earn,
We ask how can they do this again?
But it’s us that never learn.
We outnumber them one hundred to one
But still they have the whip hand,
We have clear evidence that capitalism fails
When will we make a stand?
Monetary constraints and fiscal austerity
We all know what that means,
A dole queue that stretches right round the town
And a dinner of toast and beans.
And that dole queue has always been
An acceptable price to pay,
If you’re a rich Tory on expenses
And don’t let sentiment get in your way,
And our so-called representatives
Do nothing but yadder yadder,
They can’t look away from the very next rung
As they climb the bosses ladder.
So lets make this current March count
And start making clamour and noise,
‘Cos we all know that Cameron
Only listens to the loudest voice
But this isn’t the Bullingdon Club,
Where the rich can play games with our lives
We have working families forced into crisis,
Real children, real husbands, real wives.
So let’s put a shout out for WORK
That’s what the working class need,
‘Cos we’re still eating the tainted food
Grown form Thatcher’s malignant seed,
Let’s take action for our fare share
From the city boys, bankers and snobs,
We WANT, WE DESIRE, WE BEG, WE DEMAND
We’re screaming out loud for DECENT JOBS!
By Michael J Buchanan – Oct2011