This lyric by Leon Rosselson seems appropriate this week
(translation of the "British-isms": Fishfinger=fish stick, Daily Mail=horrible right-wing paper, equates to any Murdoch rag in this country or Fox News, etc.)
Whoever invented the fishfinger
Ought to be transmogrified
Skinned mashed and boxed
into uniform blocks
and then covered in breadcrumbs from collar to sock
And then frozen, and finally, fried.
Because who'd do that to a fish?
Finning its way through the sea
Colours in harmony, perfectly poised,
Riding its flying trapeze,
And progress
Is all very well, but not when it chops up our dreams.
And it's hard to feel at ease in the world
When nothing is what it seems.
Whoever invented the Daily Mail
Ought to be cut down to size.
Pulped and reduced
To a nauseous juice
Then dried out and flattened 'till ready for use,
Then covered in newsprint and lies.
Because who'd do that to a tree?
Raising its head to the sky
Rooted in centuries, telling tall tales,
Breathing a green lullaby?
And progress
Is all very well, but not when it chops down our dreams.
And it's hard to feel at ease in the world
When nothing is what it seems.
Whoever invented the policeman
Ought to be licked into shape,
Toughened and trained
'till the body's a cane,
'till the arms are a chain,
'till the nerves feel no pain,
'Till obedience rules and encircles the brain,
With walls, so he'll never escape.
Because who'd do that to a child?
Jumping with with joy and desire.
Floating in fantasy, drowning in dreams,
Brimming with feelings of fire?
And progress
Is all very well, but not when it locks up our dreams.
And it's hard to feel at ease in the world
When nothing is what it seems.