Mam says that when weve won
Shell go an buy a joint o meat
Well all ave pocket money
An new shoes upon us feet
An then shell ave er air done
An shell buy mi dad a jar
An well ave trips tert seaside
When weve paid troad tax on tcar
Mi dad wont go an picket
Cos theer wont be no more strike
An when weve got all straightened up
Theyre buying me a bike
This year well ave an oliday
Well appen go to Spain
An theyll bring our telly back
When dads in work again
But I cant talk to our Uncle Charlie any more
It seems is legs ave gone all black
An ee as got a sore
Mi Gran sez Uncle Charlie as betrayed is kith an kin
Ees not a son of ers no more
Since ees been goin in
Mi Grandad wishes ee could go an picket with the rest
But ee dunt gerrabout much
Cos ees got dust on is chest
Is ead looks like blue marble
An is face is ashen grey
But Gran sez ee were quite a Labour Fighter in is day
She sez that it were men like im
As fought fort NUM
An wed be daft to let em
Get us on us knees agen.
December 1984
I tried to walk the middle road
"Sweet reason" was my cry
I said I was a Moderate
Extremist? No, not I
Ill grant my roots are working class
But, segregations sin
How did I earn the label of
"The Enemy Within"?
You ask me, "Will we lose"?
Well I cant answer friend
The State has turned against us all its might
But when the Cause is Just
No matter what the end
We have no choice....
We have to Stand and Fight
February 1985
This is just a summary of my feelings on the situation.