Workers control has always been the bait,
The caring, ie total state.
Take from the rich and redistribute, yes,
By taxing to excess,
And by controlling everything we do,
Beware: the Fearful Master’s watching you.
Freedom, equality and liberty,
But only by degree,
Racist, fascist, sexist, ageist censored,
Tolerance sponsored
By banning golliwogs and purging books
Of stereotyped looks.
Free speech? that’s now a joke, a worthless tag.
Beware: the Fearful Master’s tight’ning gag.
United Nations: such a worthy cause,
But four hundred wars
Have been fought since the forties; what’s its use?
Genocide conventions and abuse
Of sovereign nations; on the one-world bus.
To rule benignly over us
May be what they intend, but hear me clear:
The Fearful Master rules by force and fear.
War in the Falklands, and again we’re proud
Of being British, sing aloud
Britannia rules: the fascists must be smashed,
(Also the unions), but when it’s passed
Remember they’ll be patriots so long,
And then they’ll sing a very different song:
United Europe – all aboard the ship,
And feel the Fearful Master’s tightening grip.
No communists control our government,
True, but don’t relent;
The enemies of freedom are abroad,
And heed my words
They know no bounds, they’re red, blue, left and right,
And often in plain sight,
For every statute passed is one more link
Controlling what we do, and say, and think.
A camera here and there for crowd control,
But they’ve another goal,
It isn’t just the riot mob they spy on,
But pressure groups galore, you can rely on
That; don’t ask me why or how,
Rather: who’s reading your dossier now?
The caring state – big government, red, or blue,
Beware: the Fearful Master’s watching you.
Back To Poetry Index