Diddled

George is in his eighties and he’s seen it all before He was born in the depression and was wounded in the war He hadn’t been a hero, but George had done his bit His legs had both been broken when a piece of shrapnel hit George with his new ungainly gait really didn’t care He had served his King and Country and was proud that he’d been there Once the war was over and he got a steady job George worked hard and did overtime to earn an extra bob He was careful with his money but you couldn’t call him mean He had known the pangs of hunger as a child when times were lean He never wasted money in the bookies or on ale He wanted some security in case his health should fail Came the National Insurance Scheme in 1948 George gave the scheme his full support thinking it was great If we all join in together and we pay our weekly dues We should all get good pensions that can only be good news What with all our contributions and the taxes that we pay Well never in the future should we see a rainy day No humiliating means tests, no more workhouse for the poor The old can hold their heads up like they never could before Now George is getting frail and weak and needs a little care The pension that George thought he’d get simply isn’t there The savings that old George accrued long ago had dwindled The Council now want George’s house, no wonder George feels swindled Every evening in the news on all the TV stations The Government hand out our cash to lots of foreign nations What’s more it is a well known fact that cannot be disputed Folk come here and claim benefits who’ve never contributed Our leaders throw our cash around with philanthropic zeal Massaging their ego’s, Not caring how we feel To men like George an honest man the real reward is owed We should be taking care of him, not stealing his abode