I want a working class revolution:
Soft heart; tough fibre.
I want a love, strength, dignity christening
Small hands; big goals.
Work hard for what?
Not a wasteland:
self doubt and debt.
Work me till I'm tough enough to flex heart,
Fall in
and out
again.
I want a working class revolution,
Reviving heart to strength,
Comforting the barren
desert in the cityland
Find me,
hidden in the bulrushes
weaving for the end
Find me,
waiting for the final call,
Find me
elated but spent.
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