WENT ON A GOVERNMENT DIET AND LOST TWENTY FIVE YEAR.

In the end we had
No one to meet,
For our friends had
Turned from the street.
Funny pictures
Painted in red,
Of the strictures
Inside her head.

No one is grouping,
No one a loner,
No one is trooping
Their colour.
Show me a dole queue,
Show me a thatcher,
Can we hold onto
Our stature?

Beautify me
With objects of wealth,
Then deny me
All but my health.
Put me to work
For ten bob a week,
There’s no choice lad,
The land sprang a leak.

No one is noble,
No one a hero,
No one is able
To hear you.
Show me a miner,
Show me a major,
Can we define a
New labour?

Patch it up quickly
Before all our eyes,
Snatch a sure victory
Out of blue skies.
We don’t learn fast,
We never did,
I guess we have earned mass
Where we have been hid.

No one is singing,
No one arranging,
No one is wringing
The change in.
Show me a saviour,
Show me a martyr;
We should have been braver
To start with.