Little peons slave and toil To afford their bread and oil Think themselves independent Enriching landlords with their rent ‘Never mind’ their want to say ‘I’ll soon be on higher pay’ But rich or poor when clock does chime They see how slight they have of time! Still they plod on the machine Ruled by bosses, sly and mean Stuck in themselves they cannot see ‘Oppression don’t happen to me. It hits brown folk in lands afar I’ve a wife, a house, a dog and car!’ But halt ye peon, stood alone How much of your self do you own? Naught! The rich man rules your fate Steals your labour for his estate By the time you’re thirty, grim and worn Your dreams are dead, hobbies all gone Your soul is grey, your hope is lost To feed a parasite your cost All for that foolish arrogance Pushing down those without a chance You gave your life to corporate ***** Whilst mocking those on benefits? Ha! How cruel this web of law And the warped logic you never saw For all rulers are ******, after wealth and fame And you got played at their power game.
So pull your head out of your **** Stand by your fellow, and your class!