Seaton Beach: A Nation’s Suicide
Walk Seaton Beach each morning
Remind myself I’m still alive
No hot things in bikinis
A long way from Paradise
The club is open – they’re all out early
Ste and Jay and Mel and Shirley
Drinking dancing saying goodbye
To a treasured friend
Another tragic too young suicide
You say we need to find a voice
You’d better find it pretty quick
Too many parents losing children
And dangling bug-eyed from a rope’s not dope
Just hope-consuming sick.
They ride Seaton Beach each morning
They can’t walk – not got the breath
Steel Mills Shipyards Coal Mines
Imperial Chemical Industries and the rest
Made Britain Great
Industry Power Empire and State
Gifted the working-classes fuck all but early death.
Now you want to give a voice to those
That won’t even call this place home
Reparations!
Open up our houses schools and hospitals
Give them ESOL classes bank cards mobile phones.
But it’s Universal Credit PIP and Diazepam for tattooed white boys
Don’t want them growing into tattooed flag-waving angry men
Keep a tight rein on those “far right” patriots
Police come down hard
There’ll be NO VOICE FOR THEM
Dismantling rigs by Seaton beach each morning
Oil Steel Coal and Nuclear simply thrown astray
Clowns pissing countless billions
On wind and sun they can’t control
But’s that’s some other suckers issue
Investors’ already cashed in and got clean away.
Drowning under a sea of needy voices
Middle class clueless
Wide-eyed blind
Studied socio-economic fairy-tales
Stocked up on guilt
Propaganda-stuffed vacuous minds.
Cruel white colonialists
Denied billions choices
Put earth in extinction level state
Now hand it all over
To BRICS and Africans and Islamists
They’ll really bring peace and prosperity
End hunger eco-vandalism and hate!
Walk Seaton beach each morning
Building time before I die
Reached an age where life is precious
No longer believe in Paradise
But it’s never too late to start afresh
No matter the cost or how hard the ride
There’s nothings more desperate dangerous devastating
Than a great nation’s suicide.
Sick of hearing stories lived experience and truth
All I see is endless mindless ‘Me Too’ narcissism
You love to talk the talk
Really want out of this world of shit ?
Then get a grip
Get off your arse
Get on your feet
And WALK the FUCKING WALK.
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