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I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign

A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain

She spills with compassion, as that young child's

Face in her hands she grips

Can you imagine all that greed and avarice

Coming down on that child's lips


Well I hope I don't die too soon

I pray the lord my soul to save

Oh Ill be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave

Because there's one thing I know, Id like to live

Long enough to savour

That's when they finally put you in the ground

Ill stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down


When England was the whore of the world

Margeret was her madam

And the future looked as bright and as clear as

The black tarmacadam

Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't

Haunted by every tiny detail

cos when she held that lovely face in her hands

All she thought of was betrayal


And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run

Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son

And how its only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt

Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt

Try telling me she isnt angry with this pitiful discontent

When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment

And then expect you to say thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased

Because youve only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease

Just like a schoolboy, whose heads like a tin-can

Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain

Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed

Who takes all the glory and none of the shame


Well I hope you live long now, I pray the lord your soul to keep

I think Ill be going before we fold our arms and start to weep

I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap

cos when they finally put you in the ground

Theyll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down

Alas, when she passes, there will be as many who'll want to heap big praises on her - I would kinda opt for a truce, we'll have no street party if you don't go on and on and on about her legacy. A three line obit. in the Telegraph would do and we'll say no more.

Well comrades, ding-dong, the witch is.. unwell.


But whether you like it or not (and millions didn't) she grabbed good old blighty by the balls and dragged it kicking and screaming out of a huge sack of shit, at a time when no-one else had the bottle to say boo to a union.

I'm with Bob on this - the balance of any objective legacy tribute will be that she did more good for Britain, the political landscape and Britain's standing in the world than otherwise.


You have to have been there in the 60's and 70's to truly understand the change she wrought in the 80's - changes needed badly. I'd accept that in her latter days as PM she was too narrow minded and out of touch, but that is something that all long serving PMs experience - cf: Tony Blair.


PS: Just heard the news - Mrs Thatcher is leaving hospital later today.

I didn't live here in the height of the Thatcher years *Bob*. I lived in a squat in SE1, quite different. Not that it makes much difference to be honest.

What did she say? "There is nos such thing as community", she made damn sure that was the case.


I agree changes were badly needed after the '70's I'm just not sure there couldn't have been better methods.

Went to see "The Death of Margaret Thatcher" at a fringe theatre in Hoxton last week. Twas interesting and at one stage when a Northerner decides he will walk from Newcastle(methinks) down to London to spit on Maggie's grave and collects thousands of supporters on his way upset me a little. I am an admirer of Mrs T, and I dont really want to get into the Pro/cons of her but I would hate to think that that scene would be a reality.

At the height of the Thatcher years I was marching with the best of 'em, shouting slogans - yet knowing nothing.


These days I feel I've gained a little more perspective (much of it from the Marmora Mans of this world) - and no longer feel the need to define The Thatcher Years as I once did: entirely by way of an episode of 'The Young Ones' circa 1982.

I was talking in general Asset - you paranoia?....but as it happens I'll do what I like not what someone on an internet forum tells me, why don't you zip it......so many little Hitlers on here who keep telling me to shut up because I don't seem to keep to some kind of liberal consensus...all a bit ironic really


I actually voted labour in 1983 as i was a naive, student idiot, some of us grow up enough to see a bigger picture than, as Bob put it, spend our lives in The Young Ones. Celebrating someone's potential death...yup sounds great and liberal to me...

Here is a carrot, here is a stick. Guess which one Thatcher chose?


How about, "Look people, the world is changing, we need to consider other ways of structuring society and the workplace so that we can cope". No. "I know let's pull the rug from under everyone, then watch them wallow in the mire until they can sort it out for themselves".

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