
we shall always be many more
we who roast in your designer factories
our brows dripping salty sweat
we who forgive but shall never forget
we shall always be many more
we reek of cheap moonshine
we stagger and often stumble
our stomachs never ceasing to rumble
we shall always be many more
we polish your fine bone china
our pay gets docked if a cup gets chipped
our children to wars get shipped
we shall always be many more
we clean up after your pretty children
our kids are hungry, naked and callously swept
into bowels of desolation, as mothers’ tears are wept
we shall always be many more
we do your dirty work every day
you treat us like vermin, foul and rotten
our dignity always forgotten
we shall always be many more
we will rise up, seizing the standard of hope
reclaiming what is common for daughters and sons
always squarely in the cross-hairs of your guns
we shall always be many more
and there shall be many more of us to come
to rid you of your smug arrogance, endless greed
yes we too have children we have to feed
we shall always be many more
‘and the meek shall inherit the earth’
or something like that though we no longer care
for we shall rise up demanding our common share
we shall always be many more … … …
( with thanks to Ken Loach’s film ‘Tierra y Libertad’

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