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letra de burying the hatchet - crass

it is impossible to gauge the effect that demands for peace may be having
the authorities are sk!lled 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 sp-ces have always been created by the gentle and caring
to be later filled by bullies and egotists
we can try to fill those sp-ces 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 s-xual 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 hors-m-n!

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 p-rnographers
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 wh-r-s… in rich men’s castles

the ruling elite with their puppet figurehead
queen elizabeth the second, regina-v-g-n-
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 m-sses be so pathetically manipulated by god, queen and country!?

for f-cks 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 f-ck and sleep, are blessed in his name
pious virgins in desire kneel in worship before the myth
in antic-p-tion 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

f-ck his loaded deity

- crass

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