Privatisation
The privatisation of British Rail,
Had one destination, a platform to fail.
Proud working people from Eastleigh to Crewe,
Sorry, sad and feeble with nothing to do.
Fast track for the rich, express all the way,
Fires stoked by a bitch, a friend of Pinochet.
The driver was a Major, shunted on in time,
A buffer to savour lives laid on the line.
Trains run over sleepers and those who cannot see,
So open up your peepers and whistle loud with me.
Buy a one way ticket to realisation,
And tell them where to stick it, their privatisation.
By P D Monaghan