We didn't want to believe it
didn't think it was true,
but
the days of the
'working class hero'
are through.

They're all on the beg and the 'brew'
scavenging and scrabbling and
what they once knew has
been taken away.
There's no docks and no pits,
manufacturing's in bits
and yet,
those with a skill set are able to be,
wizards in the field of
computers,
I see
dark days ahead.

The infrastructure is ruptured
we are bleeding to death,
we are told
'it's recession'
they should
save their breath.

I am one of them,
one of the homeless
the useless
the beggarmen.

When I was younger and the hunger in
me stirred
no one would have dared to
have written me off but
we've been sold down the river by those
who think that they're better
well
they didn't realise that the tide which took
us out is the one that brings us in.

In the end
no one can win
the most we can hope for is a
bell upon the mission door,
a breakfast from some charity and
inevitable obscurity.
The days of the
'working class hero' are done.
Some may say that,
Thatcher won,
but
I don't think so.