Bingo and Beer

 

Bingo and beer

 

When fighting for rights that were pitifully few,

Six men were duly forced to pay for their due,

For simply standing up against a landowners spew

And a system that thrived on corruption so cruel.

It was their vile landowner: James Frampton his name,

He charged them all with an old law incepted in pay,

A crime so “terrible” and viscously and excessively shrew,

 was the mere  pledging an oath -to themselves- a pure tool.

And for this, they were enforcedly shipped and then wracked

They were thrown off the land of their birth and onto their backs

This led to a march against the sick rich with utter disdain

The seed of which was the beginning of a brand new day!

And now in a county that’s lost in its near dying light

These men’s actions resonate with intense foresight:

So shout it loud! And proud! And so bright and so clear!

They’ve not given so much  just  for  bingo or  beer!

 

And so began the fight for the equal rights call

With railings and marches women count one and for all

But many were force fed by the cat and mouse law

To retract their acts of ambition and refuse their true call.

However this ended after the first world war’s bitter blight

Because during the war they needed working women to fight

To build the arms the gas and the bloody mortar shells

Which were sent to kill men in a man-made terrible hell.

Also the war had decimated most of the hard working men;

Yet  the servants were needed in their big houses again.

So  then  arose the landowners bitter hold over the poor

These bastards, they just laughed as they closed all the doors.

And as their bitter greed machine began to get underway ,

It once again came to a crash in its inevitable bitter bouquet

 But in a county that’s lost in this it’s now dying day,

These women now resonate in such powerful ways:

They shout it loud! And proud! And so bright and so clear!

We’ve not given so much just  for  bingo or  beer!

 

Ever onwards and onwards the struggle just goes

Through conflicts at home, the battles and woes

Through each generation it constantly flows

In this war that is hidden there never is an end

For the rich’s need to dominate control and to stem.

But  when the Second World War then came to pass

The working men and women: they took hold of the mast.

They bravely stood against the mask of the beast ;

Despite having a leader who stood for the elite,

And when that war came to its inevitable end

The working people wanted a change from the trend

They wanted a world that would make a great change

Where everyone was equal: and society was gained.

But in a county that’s lost in this it’s now dying day,

These people now resonate in such powerful ways:

They shout it loud! And proud!  so bright and so clear!

We’ve not fought for so hard  just for bingo or beer.

 

Then came the elites push from our solid battle pull

A howl from the wealthy the mocking, the full

But with a world on the brink it did so silently hush,

And this led to the fall of democracy! it was  crushed.

And with the worlds plight of lethargy so bright

Out of her  Cowl came Thatcher’s legendary blight.

With her cold skim of scythe came the cutting of hearts

Shuffling the blame by saying “ society”  departs

Though in her viscous little mind there was not a crime

As the pig pens went up and the poor communities died

Oh she stood on the martyrs before her and then lied

She lied about freedom and about  economic rights

She lied about society while the people all prayed.

She lied once again as the banks came and then saved .

And in the wake of it all of what she failed to achieve

Lie the bodies all broken and the  poor people  bleed.

Now In a county that’s lost in its slow  dying day,

This woman now resonates in such terrible ways:

Please shout it loud and proud and so bright and so clear!

Has this all been  just for bingo and beer?

 

Now we are here, and we have come round again

- With a skip through the right left of the 00 years-

That hid a mask of change by playing to the fears

Where more of the same were the politicians lies  

And the crime was a bleeding deficit of misread sighs

The “masters” are back, it’s their time once again

But gone are the factory’s and the skills for their reign

For the machine that they loved has gone far, far away

To countries now enslaved to the capitalist “new “ way

So it’s now in the money: that bitter invisible pill

And don’t spend it all at once sitting  on the windowsill

This kills all it touches, and mocks to the core

The disabled are sanctioned!  The poor “here’s the door!”

So in looking back was it all worth then fight?

Too right buddy too right! For now they deem us fair treated

By giving us more money for our Bingo and for  our beer.

And in this  world that’s lost in its slow  dying day

This fight now resonates in such powerful ways:

So shout it loud! and proud! so bright and so clear!

We don’t work simply for  bingo or beer!

(c) adh 2014