After These Wars - Ian Anderson

After battle, with wounds to lick and

Beaus and belles all reuniting

Rationing, austerity: it did us

Good after the fighting

Now, time to bid some fond farewells and

Walk away from empires crumbling

Post-war baby-boom to fuel with post-

Victorian half-dressed fumbling

I see a screen, grey cathode tube in

Walnut cabinet, pride of place

In holy family living room.

Clipped-

Tone announcer, powdered face

And now to mould public opinion

Sanctify the good and great

Lordly over his dominion, brash

Television seals our fate

After these wars, when gentler winds were blowing

After these wars, when stocking tops were showing

When the Co-op gave us daily bread

And penicillin raised the dead

And combine harvesters kept

Us fed, after these wars

We thanked the Yank and thanked the

Lord for sparing us from dark invasion

Now to liberate, rebuild and balance

Europe’s new equation

Spooky spies in from the cold with

Lies and secrets to be sold

To bigger brothers, bigger bombs

Le Carré thrillers to be told

We take our place amongst those others

Who would punch above their weight

Divest ourselves of glowing mantle

Mantle of old Britain Great

Bit part cast in Hollywood, ripe

Old thespian, tolerated

World-weary ham upon the stage

Evergreen but over-rated

After these wars, when gentler winds were blowing

After these wars, when stocking tops were showing

When the Co-op gave us daily bread

And penicillin raised the dead

And combine harvesters kept

Us fed, after these wars