The drawbridge raised, the curfew sounds
and cops with tasers do the rounds.
Those nineteen sixties dreams of peace
so quickly turned to disbelief.
And automation, we supposed,
brought leisure like we'd never known.
It's what the teachers told us when
both you and I were only ten.
chorus
And there's no hope, no justice here,
just insecurity and fear
It helps to keep us cheap and weak
If we're just one week from the street
Your letters say you miss me dear
You haven't seen me for a year
And I would hold you if I could
But now it's down to love or food
It's back to basics as advised
To keep the rich quite satisfied
So there's no telly in this room
And no hot water coming soon
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And there's no phone, no internet
on universal benefit
The great and good may live like kings
But who knows what tomorrow brings
I'm learning how to know my place
I'll soon have my certificate
To show that I'm a minion in
The parroting of rich folk's myths
The drawbridge raised, the curfew sounds
And cops with tasers do the rounds
I think of all we once believed
When you and I were seventeen
chorus
And there's no hope, no justice here,
Just insecurity and fear
It helps to keep us cheap and weak
If we're just one week from the street
September 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem