The Procession Of Popular Capitalism - McCarthy

Up and down the Strand

I strolled around penniless

But there were pockets to pick

Beneath the hot august sun

When suddenly the sound of singing and laughter arose in the distance

And it drew me towards it

And as I drew closer I could hear the song they sang,

«This is your country too!

Join our procession

That’s marching onwards to war»

I could see them

I saw how rich they all were

At the the head of the gang were

top civil servants and captains of industry

With well-manicured hands and greasy smiles enticing the populous

«Come buy our shares!

Who will buy our shares?

For this is your country too!"

A great procession was marching onwards to war

A man on the dole stood cursing them all

He told everyone not to be taken in

But at the orders of one of the marchers policemen

came and beat him to the floor

Along Whitehall these dubious characters stared

Picking up more and more people

MP’s, careerists and god’s oppressed senators

With the sweetest of smiles they held out piggy banks to little children

But as they took them the stomping stamping feet trampled them underneath

«This is your country too!»

A great procession was marching onwards to war

«Come along buy your council home»

They said to a half-dead mother of ten

«With (?) on our side we’ve reason to smile»

They said to a tramp in a pool of alcohol

On and on their maniac laughs

And their marching beat scaring the night