The 45’ers

United as one class our class

Triumphant after defeating the one with the funny tash

The spirit was strong

The solidarity seemed like a fortress of love

Houses for all no more walking the streets minus a limb

Hospitals for us no more, die if you don’t earn

Schools for the next generation

Education the great weapon of our class

The time of heroes was now as in Homers Iliad

Attlee our Jason

Bevan our Hercules

All was well for a while

But then came the wicked shop keepers daughter

After the witch came the war criminal,

The murderer of the disabled

The son of a Marxist who was no Marxist but a sheep

The Sheep leader pretended to pay tribute to the 45,ers

Instead stood back and cowered

Cowered in front of the murders of the poor

Steel away the spirit of 45 for a quick tax dodge

But I won’t let you all forget

The 45,ers sacrifices were for all

Don’t you forget or dishonour them now

Build love again build our future again.

©Martin Hickman 2013