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It is impossible to gauge the effect that demands for peace may be having The authorities are skilled at concealing dissatisfaction For so long people have been saying "No more war" But for all those demands little has changed Seeing that the Peace Movement was growing in strength Thatcher appointed Heseltine as Minister of Defense One specific part of his job is to discredit CND Such is the nature of Conservative democraty As pacifist we are too easily forced back into tokenism Making hollow gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut The line is delicate The spaces have always been created by the gentle and caring To be later filled by bullies and egotists We can try to fill those spaces with the strength of our love Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy' But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough Gandhi played a major role in liberating India from Britain rule But conditions in India are still appalling for the ordinary people Limiting Greenham Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham Aren't we seeking to destroy all forms of exclusivity? Does our own oppression give us the right to oppress others? Unless we are prepared to oppose all oppression We stand guilty of direct contribution to it The neo-fascist plunder our land And we must resist them on every level As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them But on our own, together, we seek them They have their law and those who impose it We only have ourselves and each other They have their order and those who impose it We only have ourselves and each other It is easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality Or there will cease to be one!! Harrods boast that it can supply any whim that its wealthy clients might express... Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child And I'll tell them the politics of choice! Equality doesn't enter into the ghettos of wealth Beneath the protective sheath of Thatcher's economy The right, rich and privileged get even richer And they, in turn, support her barbaric policies both at home and overseas The Falklands war cost Britain over sixteen thousand million pounds - in whose pocket!? Throughout the world millions of people are employed making armaments Don't they realize that it's ordinary people like themselves Who'll suffer the effects of their filthy labor!? The wealthy obscene with their obscene wealth Applaud the carnage from their grandstand It's as if they were at Ascot laying their bets; Five to one on the Four Horsemen! They believe that money can buy them out of the responsibility That they have for the world that they bleed dry They are the true pornographers The real stylists in human perversion Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by Watching their fortunes rise and fall In the neatly pressed pin-striped trousers of the City Debutante whores... in rich men's castles The ruling elite with their puppet figurehead Queen Elizabeth the Second, Regina-Vagina Strut about on the million of bodies That they have sacrificed to gain their position Who are these leaders but those who have made violence pay? Who are they but the inheritors of their ancestors greed and theft? Their blood stained flags are rags to our future Tattered remnant of our individual rights These rulers are common murderers and thieves But still we bow before them For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country!? For fucks sake where are we in all this? We're given life yet we court death For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before a stylized figure on a crucifix As if the stone fool might be resurrected We are expected to bargain our lives for his And join him in the ugliness of perpetual Christian guilt He hangs there as a remainder of our own subjugation Let it be known that he alone is Christ Those who dare emulate him shall suffer thus Each settlement is spiked with that stupid image Each conscience nailed to that diet of corruption Military acts are bathed in those gory tales Tired Marines, edgy to fuck and sleep, are blessed in his name Pious virgins in desire kneel in worship before the myth In anticipation of their own death, they await his coming Sweet Jesus have mercy on me Sweet Jesus, they share his agony Sweet Jesus, they share his misery Fuck his loaded deity