|
This
poem was written during the days of militant union action which brought about
the death knell of trade union power. The City of Liverpool particularly
suffered from trade union militancy which, in the end, maintained the
Conservative party in power for another term. The
sun has got his Hatton, Hip
hip hip hooray! We
wish that he would go there. That's
what most people say
He's
not really one of the likely lads, The
mouth from Liverpool. Beneath
his gesticulations, He's
just a commie tool!
He's
got the title of Deputy Leader, Although
he acts as a bit of a yob. Where
on earth is the chappie, Who's
got the principal job?
He's
neat and jaunty and he swaggers, From
dais to microphone, He's
upsetting the Labour leader, By
his belligerent tone!
He's
always liked treading platforms, Since
the day that he was born. But,
since he's been shooting his mouth off, He
and Kinnock are at daggers drawn!
He
wants to be independent, And
bring the Tories to earth, But
the antics that he's been up to, Are
not likely to cause Labour mirth.
In
socialist political circles, He's
regarded as a bit of a joke, Who
seems to be doing his very best, To
send Labour's dreams up in smoke!
Like
Scargill, he rejects moderation, Discussion
and healthy debate. So
now he's paying the penalty, For
Labour it may be too late.
He
maintains that jobs and services, Are
at the very top of his list, As
he rapidly ruins Liverpool city, By
the use of his militant fist.
The
trouble is, that the Unions, Are
not acting with one accord, Whilst
with his suggested solutions, It's
the Conservatives who have scored!
Just
when the Conservatives were rumbled, And
the tide was drifting away, This
bit of a berk from Birkenhead, Declares
a big Tory holiday!
Think
Labour and then think chaos, The
opposition are saying, with glee. Kinnock
will adopt the same pattern, If
the Labour party gains victory!
Kinnock
has been trying, so desperately hard, To
make Labour's message edible. But,
with blokes like Hatton, beavering away, It's
regarded as nigh on incredible.
Maybe
over the years, perhaps the next ten, He'll
iron out the 'reds'. Until
he does, there's little hope, That
we'll sleep soundly in our beds!
Is
it true that Hattons's mouth, Is
as wide as the river Mersey? And
that he'd be much more at home, Inside
his team's red jersey?
Not
playing for Liverpool, You
understand, But
orchestrating, His
military band!
Whether
or not, There's
a job to be done, Hatton
is employing Everyone!
It
took two to tango, But
not anymore, Our
Derek Hatton, Has
increased it, to four!
I'm
told he believes it. He's
not using stealth. In
fact he's just proved it. By
employing himself!
Well
not quite, but then he used his loaf, To
persuade a neighbouring labour mob To
demonstrate unity, the old quid pro quo, Providing
each other with a suitable job.
Although
it's bending the rules quite a bit, He
says it's OK, not a crime! It
is, if you consider very carefully that, He
gets full pay for working half time!
He
swans about in his chauffeur driven car. And
keeps it on call, half the night. When
his boss suggested it was time for him to go. He
got into a hell of a political fight!
At
last the people are beginning to ask why, He
is treated in this extravagant way. The
books are being opened and studied at length, Giving
him considerable cause for dismay!
He's
not quite the hero, his fans would have you believe. He's
manouvered, to meet his own ends. This
enquiry should place him in such watery depths. That
he'll suffer from the political 'bends'.
No
matter how Tories mismanage, And
they're using far too few cooks. It
is a political duty, To
keep an eye on the books!
You
can't ignore that duty, And
stick your head in the sand. Or
keep on ranting and raving, Whilst
acting as if you're half canned!
But
let's, for a minute, Look
beyond the man, And
attempt to establish, If
Liverpool can Regain
the days Of
its' former glory This
can't be the end Of
a great city's story?
It
is certainly the strikes, And
the militant factions, That
have started employers, On
alternative actions.
To
decide that their industry's. Will
have to shift, To
where production flows. Without
perpetual rift.
The
ghost of Liverpool, Can
hardly proclaim, That,
in this consideration, They
were not to blame.
The
docks are a good illustration, There's
no doubt that the lads used to scrounge. Goods
never got to the consumer, They
finished up in some docker's lounge!
Blow
this for a neat game of cricket! You're
too good at going on strike! I'm
taking my industrial ball back. So
you can get on your bike!
I'm
not saying it was all hunky dory, Or
that, in the past, they never had cause. To
hit at their capitalist master, By
taking the odd industrial pause.
But,
for far too long, they distinguished, Between
proletariat and bourgousie, And,
in doing so, they succeeded, In
decimating their industry.
It's
too late now, to go back to the land, To
return to the plough and the till. Although,
when you look at the state of the world, You
might wish that you were back there still!
The
only way To
get off the rack Is
to take that chip From
off your back!
Persuade
those who matter, It
may just be worthwhile, To
give one more chance, To
the 'Pools' rank and file.
The
true heart of Liverpool must return, For,
at heart, they're a wonderful bunch, Providing
they get stuck in to their work, And
forsake the eight hour lunch.
We
realise that Liverpudlians, Are
independent and larger than life, In
popular Arts they are vociferously applauded, By
the world, not forgetting his wife!
Cilla,
Tarbuck and especially the Beetles. So
much talent in every acre. But
they need to call on Jerry now, For
the use of his pacemaker!
Walk
on, walk on, with hope in your heart, And
you'll never walk alone. Well
it's beginning to happen already lads, So
you'd better get on the phone!
On
the Hatton front, I've just been told, That
the lot of them have been suspended. Thank
goodness for that, it was well beyond time. That
this farcical situation was ended.
What
does this portend, on the national front? What
do the people feel? Well
the situation is within your grasp. Choose
a man like David Steel!
He
may have to come in a package. But
that's not necessarily a sin. Alliance
is better that dis-unity. So
why not invite him in?
by Con Census
Author:
Trevor Durbidge Copyright © 2001 [TJD].
All rights reserved. Revised:
October 30, 2007
. |