Palestine

Are you surprised that in the deplacement of an entire population

some see terrorism as method in the venting of frustration

that if you bomb their fields it’ll lead to mass starvation

and fundamentalism rises where there’s no means of education

You may replace the indigenous by a fabricated state

but then watch as the decades entrench the policies of hate

whilst contracts for rebuilding are served up on a plate

but future structure for the people is going to have to wait

illegal settlements see no habitation fall

and the irony of “peace” for how they named that fucking wall

the international community doesn’t give a shit at all

for the IMF and World Bank are not at poverty’s beckon call

It’s a clash of civilisation, so they would have us believe

but no-one asks when the nukes from Tel Aviv will leave

nor how many more parents will their dead children grieve

for tanks and a full-time army are e’er a match for RPGs

will you stand for those who have no voice out there in Holy Land

will you offer them at very least a firm committed hand

will you speak of the use of phosphorus that legally is banned

or will you let the Zionists keep burying them in sand

Song Of The Day ~ The Social – UK Gothic

The Less Than Beautiful Game

Football’s about money

and not the game at all

pretty soon it’s academic

if they ever kick a ball

Russian billionaires

launder funds through wealthy teams

and supporters see new signings

like the coming of their dreams

but this isn’t entertainment

and it isn’t for the fans

and putting smiles on youngsters faces

is not the zenith of their plans

as the bread line gains each day

ever more recruits

so the game is being raped

by the men in fancy suits

the sums that they are paying

would build hospitals and schools

but the profanity of this

is they’re not breaking any rules

is it right to pay admission

to watch such a sordid game

and so to line the pockets

for those who only care for fame

is not the true supporter

one who spends their hard-earned cash

on the supper for their children

not prima donnas on the lash

but the money isn’t wed

to Man U or Liverpool

and if you think they care for Britain

then you surely are a fool

Song Of The Day ~ Stereophonics – A Thousand Trees

The Sport Of Kings And Governments

Money doesn’t grow on trees

yet it seems to do for banks

and the coffers overflow when it comes

to submarines and tanks

nuclear deterrent

the supposed death of classes

one wonders if the people

will ever get up off their arses

final salary pensions now

a relic of the past

and it isn’t clear at all

how long the NHS will last

house prices over precipice

inexorable rise in rents

pretty soon it ain’t the campers

who’ll be living out of tents

the lottery seduces

with the tag “It could be you”

whilst punitive taxes

serve but to turn the screw

can alternative systems

really be so bloody worse

when we’ve boxed up civil liberties

and manuflected at its hearse

where now the fear of chaos

what comfort are your Gods

whose books are full of platitudes

for malleable sods

the consent is manufactured

the narcosis fed by drip

and freedom’s only realised

when the body bag is zipped

It’s time to shuffle off the yoke

before this mortal coil

and show that people are not pawns

in chess games played for oil

Song Of The Day ~ The The – Jealous Of Youth

Cruel Britannia

We slide headlong to recession

voyeurs of social oppression

watching politics trangression

have none the stomach to fight back

as they pass laws that oppress

leave the healthcare in a mess

the balance of wealth they’ll not redress

but receive precious little flack

education becomes training

and it’s acid that its raining

why are none of you complaining

is it not time to attack

do you think you’ll have a pension

at the end of fiscal tension

do you think they’ll even mention

when they stab you in the back

watch it disappear at your cost

and when you realise what you’ve lost

on the scrapheap you’ll be tossed

in their cutting of the slack

I’m no soothsayer or a sage

it’s just clear on every page

the destruction of this age

Time to don the cloak of black

Song Of The Day ~ Editors – The Racing Rats