May 2015
I have looked in the stars
And I can see no further than May 7th
Two thousand and fifteen
It doesn't take astrology
To see that we are locked in a pattern till then
If you see what I mean
Many wish
To to give the establishment a bish
Bash
One in the eye for the Fasch
But most are ready to wait
They do not share the desperation
Of the marginalised
Nor share concerns about how their healthcare
Is run
At least not in the short run
They are very happy to see 'scroungers' get the boot
And happy to see the public sector squeezed
To boot
Not enough people
With enough power
Are suffering enough
For the masses to start talking in terms of workers power
Most are worse off
But those with the labour clout to strike back
Aren't even taking days off
Clinging as they do
To a privilege or two
They have no hunger to topple the system
That pays for a single malt
Or two
Nor likely could they
I suspect that the Tories might like them to have a go
I should say
Would give them an excuse
For a fascist state of emergency
For a couple of days
Where they could screw us all down
In various ways
Marx was right about class struggle
I'm no boy in a bubble
But take a lesson from internal martial arts
Before any counter offensive starts
One must stay on ones feet
And breathe deep
One's mind must be clear of anger
Or one is headed for disaster
One must use one's opponen'ts strength against them
When one's odds of winning are three hundred to ten
One must clarity in the struggle find
Using his own weapons
One must one's opponent bind
One must win over his allies to your side
There is little to gain in Revolutionary Suicide
Realise that many are yet to decide
Many would rather run and hide
Stay supple and limber
Don't get stuck in the past like Charlie Kimber
The field of battle is constantly in a process of change
Realise the weak run their forces on nothing but loose change
Also realise that Parliament controls the loyalty
Of the men with guns
We cannot fight them with no Chelsea Buns
Until May 7th, Parliament is the only game in town
There is little hope of tearing the whole thing down
One must win the battle of ideas
That in truth
Is what commands the tanks and their gears
Povey 2013