There are Those
There are those who would bomb
And those who would talk;
Those who would hate
As savage as a hawk.
Those who would build
And those who destroy;
Those who are friendly
And those who annoy.
Some are the torturers.
Some are the dead.
Some will say anything.
Some are just led.
Under the power of those who control
We obey all our masters and go out on patrol.
Man all the ovens – apply electricity
For that’s what it takes to keep our land free.
But when we remove the head from the hood
The face that peers at us is from our own neighbourhood.
My mum used to say that it takes all sorts to make the world go round. Unfortunately some of those sorts are none too pleasant. They manipulate us in order to gain power and wealth. It is hard to tell the genuinely nice from the positively evil.
Fascists always look for a scapegoat to blame. We have problems with immigration and terrorism. That makes for a handy excuse to ratchet up the fear. Our culture is under threat. It’s the bloody Muslims!
Meanwhile who is it that is gaining the power and wealth?
I think the real threat is nearer to home.
There are those who are using us.