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Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Song lyrics

Song from the 1970s or early 1980s about the horrors of being working class in a fascist society.

Submitted:Jan 31, 2011    Reads: 29    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Broken backs and fractured thighs,
Keep on working to appease the wife.

Overworked and underpaid,
No compensation ... you just don't rate;
Toe the line or be brought down,
You're better off Not hanging round.

Meet the demands of the government,
Though you feel dead you're only spent;
A fear of living going round in your head
No point trying, you'd be better off dead.

Feeling shattered to the core,
Your soul is bent your senses raw;
No hope on Earth of better climes,
You've got no worth so how about dying?

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts,
Melbourne, Australia


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