Thatchers Legacy
Go to the Valleys and you will see
Thatcher's disgraceful legacy.
Where the people of old
Like to tell stories of black gold.
Dignity, pride and nothing grand
They powered the world with their bare hand.
Covered in sot from their head to their foot.
These men of old, they dug black gold
We feel their shame
Knowing we can't do the same.
Unemployment it is so high
Half the people want to die.
The factories and mines, they lay bare
Dignity and pride has become so rare.
We know its called progress, we know its unclean
We know we can't go back to where we have been.
But for our children's children I do plead
For someone of the people, someone who'll lead.
With blood on her hands Hell she should be
For this is Thatchers legacy
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