Christmas Carolling In The Modern World – Issue 30

STILLE NACHTE

Silent plight

Unholy sleight

All too calm

too far right

sanctioning the infirm

mother and child

sleep on heavenly grief

sleep on heavenly grief

Silent plight

unholy sleight

shame on us all

this is too right

economic vermin

degraded and reviled

demonised as a thief

their deaths a deficit relief

Deprive them of light

heating and a bite

Intending to harm

immoral blight

unconscionable targetting

ideological bile

Christ would be forlorn

Christ would be forlorn

HOW THE HELL WILL THEY KNOW IT’S XMAS

IT’S XMAS TIME, THERE’S EVERY REASON TO BE AFRAID

THERE’S NO HUMAN SPIRIT SO FAR TO THE RIGHT THAT BANISHES WELFARE AND AID

IN A WORLD OF SANCTIONS, AND PROPAGANDA THEY EMPLOY

THROW YOUR ARMS IN THE AIR AND EXCLAIM OUR SHAME

SAY A HOLLOW PRAYER, AND IGNORE THE REALITY

THAT AT ANY TIME, THE PERSECUTIONS GO ON AND ON

THERE ARE PEOPLE BROKEN AND COLD

DYING WITHOUT US SHEDDING A TEAR

OUR REASONING IS ECONOMIC, SO IT MUST BE KRISTALLNACHT CLEAR

AND NO ALARM BELLS ARE RINGING

LEST WE FORGET SUCH TIMES OF GLOOM

THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF CORPORATE TORYISM, GO YOU

FEEL THE WORST, HOW THE HELL WOULD ANYONE KNOW IT’S XMAS

FEEL SOCIALLY ACCURSED, THIS IMMORAL MORASS IS ALL OURS

THERE’LL BE NO MONEY AFTER LOGICALLY ARBITRARY SANCTIONS

THERE’LL BE NO POLITICAL REDRESS FOR THE VULNERABLE

BECAUSE IDS AND HIS CRONIES KNOW

THEY CAN MANIPULATE STATISTICS TO DENY THE TRUTH

AND FEED US LIES AND CRUEL SOPHISTRY AT XMAS TIME

ABOUT BEGGARY AND FRAUDSTERS OF DICKENSIAN TIME

RAISE A GLASS TO OUR MASTERS, EVERY ONE

AND TO HELL WITH THOSE UNDER THE HEARTLESS, RELENTLESS CORPORATE SUN

HOW THE HELL WILL THEY (ESPECIALLY THE SANCTIONED DEAD) EVEN KNOW IT’S MASS EXTERMINATION TIME AGAIN

FEED THE RICH, SAVING MONEY INSTEAD OF OUR UNEMPLOYED SOULS’ LIVES

HAVE A WORLD PARTY LINE TO FOLLOW TO THEIR, UNMARKED BY SILENCE AND APPLAUSE, GRAVES

I SAW MUMMY BEING SANTA CLAUSE

I saw Mommy being Santa Claus

in the miserable snow last night.

I didn’t need to creep

she’s too tired to even speak

Working three jobs to make ends meet

sometimes going days with nothing to eat

then trying so hard to give me a treat

why doesn’t she believe me when I say

that all I want for Christmas is her to relax

and enjoy the present without a sub-clause

I didn’t need to sneak

I couldn’t really sleep

seeing mommy being Santa Claus, last night!

TORY HINTERLAND

Tories sing

No-one’s listening

things profane

blood is glistening

So far to the right

there’s suffering tonight

dying in a Tory hinterland

Gone away, is any hope

here to stay, is the blue trope

persecute the infirm

from blame they do squirm

killing in a Tory hinterland

In this meantime we do things all the same

and pretend we are not to blame

They’ll say you’re a fraud

we don’t say No Man

and we do the job

even though we’re down

On and on

money conspires

to deceive, bunch of liars

to crush unafraid

social plans that we made

marching in a Tory hinterland

Here to stay, is the blue turd

gone away, is the mass heard

They goose step along

Though right is wrong

Cementing a Tory hinterland

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