Pawn in the game
My grandmother came here from a far dusty land She wanted to earn some for little she had The government took her and asked her to work As an industry clerk In some factory like church Where the workers would toil for their bread And the land my grandmother had come from to here Was spilling out rotten with blood and with fear our empire had been there It ruled with its fist Local pockets it would twist For money and the soul Of poor rich young and old And the people had begun to blame on each other Then the government asked her to come here and stay Cos England was slain From war and the pain Of a driverless train And wanted cheap hands To try rebuild the land She was only a pawn in their game And the hypocrisy reminds me of today’s tired reports They hurl at the men And women and young Who flee from the gun They placed in those hands In far foreign lands For the arms trade brigade demands to be paid An...