Treasure Island

Andrew David Dalby

(17th Of March 1967 / Brighton East Sussex United kingdom)

Bingo And Beer


When fighting for rights, that were pitifully few,
Six men were duly forced, to pay for their dew
For simply standing up against a landowners spew
And a system that thrived on corruption so cruel
It was their vile landowner: James Frampton his name,
He charged them all with an old law incepted in pay,
A crime so terrible and viscously and excessively shrew
It was the pledging an oath -to themselves- a pure tool.
And for this, they were enforcedly shipped and then wracked
They were thrown off the land of their birth, on their backs
That led to a march against the sick rich with sheer disdain
That was the beginning of a brand new day!
And now in a county that’s lost in its near dying light
These men’s actions resonate in powerful ways:
They shout it loud! And proud! And so bright and so clear!
This fight is not just for the bloody Bingo or for the damn beer!

And so began the fight for the equal rights call
With railings and marches women count one and all
But many were force fed by the cat and mouse law
To retract their acts of ambition and refuse the true call.
However this ended after the first world war’s bitter blight
Because during the war they needed working women to fight
Also the war had decimated most of the hard working men;
For the servants were needed in their big houses again
Again arose the landowners bitter hold over the poor
These bastards, they just laughed as they closed all the doors.
And as their machine just got under-way
It came to a crash in its inevitable way
And in a county that’s now lost in its slow dying day
These women now resonate in such powerful ways:
They shout it loud! And proud! And so bright and so clear!
This fight is not just for the bloody Bingo or for the damn beer!

Ever onwards and onwards the struggle just goes
Through conflicts at home, the battles and woes
Through each generation it constantly flows
In this war that is hidden there never is an end
For the rich’s need to dominate control and to stem.
But when the Second World War then came to pass
The working men and women: they took to the mast.
They bravely stood against the mask of the beast;
Despite having a leader who stood for the elite,
And when that war came to an inevitable end
The working people wanted a change from the trend
They wanted a world that would make a great change
Where everyone was equal: and society was gained.
But in a county that’s lost in this it’s now dying day
These people now resonate in such powerful ways:
They shout it loud! and proud! And so bright and so clear!
This fights not just for the bloody Bingo or for the damn beer!

Then came the elites push from our solid battle pull
But with a world on the brink it did so silently hush.
And with the worlds plight of lethargy so bright
Out of the Cowl came Thatcher’s legendary blight.
With her cold skim of scythe came cutting of hearts
Shuffling the blame and saying what society starts
though in her viscous little mind there was not a crime
As the pig pens went up and these communities died
She stood on the martyrs before her and lied
She lied about freedom and economic rights
She lied about society while the people all prayed.
She lied once again as the banks came and saved.
And in the wake of it all she failed to achieve
Lie the bodies all broken and people oblique.
In a county that’s lost in its now dying day,
This woman now resonates in such terrible ways:
Please shout it loud and proud and so bright and so clear!
The workers aren't here for the bloody Bingo or the damn beer!

Now we are here, and we have come round again
- With a skip through the right left of the 00 years-
The “masters” are back, it’s their time once again
But gone are the factory’s and the skills for their reign
For the machine that they loved has gone far, far away
To countries now enslaved to the capitalist “new “ way
So it’s now in the money: that bitter invisible pill
This kills all it touches, and mocks to the core
The disabled are sanctioned: The poor “here’s the door! ”
So in looking back was it all worth then fight?
Too right buddy too right! For now they deem us fair treated
By giving us more money for Bingo and money for beer.
And in a world that’s lost in its dying day
This fight now resonates in such powerful ways:
So shout it loud! and proud! so bright and so clear!
We don’t work for Bingo or beer!

And it’s not just for bingo or beer
The fighting! the suffering! The Jeers!
The terrible sight of this man made plight
its not Just for Bingo or beer!
Its not just for bingo or beer!
The workers who have suffered the years,
In bloody hard battles and shudders and squalls
The rights of the many are put to the pall
By killservative values that simply appal
No Its not for the Bingo and Beer!
No Its just not for Bingo or beer!
The fighting! the suffering! The Jeers!
We will not be frightened
We stand strong: united
Its not for the bingo or beer

No its not for the Bingo or beer!
Sing it loud sing it proud! sing it clear!
Sing it without any fear!
we just want the chance to make ourselves valued
against a giant a tidal wall of media moguls
Who spend their political time talking in volute
As their world goes up the shoot!
They have nothing themselves to prove!
No Its not for the Bingo or Beer!
The fighting! the suffering! The Jeers!
We will not be frightened!
We stand strong: united!
Its not just for Bingo or Beer!


(c) adh 2014

Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 22, 2014

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