To the Labour Party Poem by Jean 'Binta' Breeze

You sold out the working classes
Brought the Unions to their knees
Now you want to win back the voters
But it's too late, can't you see

You left me with
An inborn fear of bureaucracy
A fright when you talk about democracy
‘Cause I'm tired of all this fallacy
When things rebounding right out of control
And it hard to pay the heat bill in the cold

You promised us a government of vision
You promised you would hear our voice
It didn't take you long to stop listening
And taking away our choice

Now you wonder why there's growth in the right wing
and the bankers have taken all the notes
But you're still making friends with the city
as they tighten the noose round our throats