THE RIGHT TO WORK IN OUR FREE SOCIETY (weekly poem)

THE RIGHT TO WORK IN OUR FREE SOCIETY

'The Right to Work' – where is this 'right',

Enshrined in any law?

No profit for the boss – no job,

You're shown right out the door!

It's wishful thinking on your part,

And Brother that's a fact;

And Sister, there just never was,

A Parliamentary Act.

So you can march on Downing Street,

And make an awful fuss;

And rattle-on how proud you are,

To all be 'wurkin-cluss'!

You then can holler and demand,

Your non-existent right;

And wave your banners all you want,

And fight your phoney fight.

Then loudly sing 'Jerusalem',

To all the bosses hoots;

Pull down your flat caps and all boast,

About your 'wurkin-roots'.

The law on jobs is all about,

The Guv'nor's pounds and pence;

Thus he can say to you, ‘Go hang’,

A 'Capital' offence'!

© Richard Layton