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

And our government men have passed them the pen

And they tell us to blame our woes and our pain

On the same refugees

Who cry at our knees

Want rescue from hell

And we ring the bell

Tho they tell us to shake our heads and let fate

Their fortunes dictate

For our wages and strength

Lie hurt and it’s them

To blame not the men

Who write laws to try kill our communal will

We’re only all pawns in their game