Friday, 26 April 2013

How can you tell me you're Tory?


(Reworked version of Streets of London by Ralph Mctell )

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the papers,
with his worn out shoes?
The stigma of his illness,
took his job, and home and future,
Everyday papers tell  claimant-blaming news

So how can you tell me you're Tory,
And say for you all cuts are fine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of Britain,
Someone else’s problem so the wealthy close their minds

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Cancer took her husband,
And dementia took her mind,
To her dead son she’s talking,
As barely dressed she’s walking,
Her day-centre closed down,
so there’s no one left who’s kind.

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
A disabled girl reads more lies,
From bullies on her phone.
She thinks about the razor,
Which will end her pain forever
The care worker she relied on
Was cut, now she’s alone.

So how can you tell me you're Tory,
And say for you all cuts are fine,
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of Britain,
A cabinet of millionaires, made our nation so unkind.

Have you seen the young man
Ignored in Cameron’s Britain
We have no home for heroes,
his memories he can’t share.
In austerity fueled cities
The suits feel little pity
For one more forgotten soldier
In a society that doesn't care

In a tiny kitchen,
A mother shields her children,
He’s here and drunk and raging,
She knows what he will do.
The refuge was her safe house,
For her and many others,
It’s gone now, so he finds her
And he beats her black and blue.

How can you tell me you're Tory,
And say for you all cuts are fine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of Britain,
Vulnerable people are running out of time.

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