A silver mist settles on London city
The golden dawn shines through the buildings’ glass
Signal waves are circling the tower of BT
The workers awake - they’re ready to take a stance!
Hark Poles, Czechs, Ukainians and Latvians!
Let’s take the best Fate can offer us.
While bankers count bitcoin profit
Builders are in the gut of the underground
Sacrificing health, crippling spirit - what of it?
They’re building offices and tower blocks - but for what?
Is it for common good or for a meagre pound?
Or to give hope to the future people of this land?
Hark Poles, Czechs, Ukainians and Latvians!
Let’s take the best Fate can offer us.
It’s time for reflection - let’s make the connection!
The signal is getting stronger, WhatsApp and
Facebook ring off the hook
The workers from Poland and Czech get restless, they give the Ukranians a look,
And when the clock strikes the hour they will leave their scaffolded cell,
Each will leave his hard hat behind like a single pistachio shell.
Hark Poles, Czechs, Ukainians and Latvians!
Let’s take the best Fate can offer us
Sink or swim - we ought to take a stand! -
workers scream from the top of their lungs.
But the city turns screaming to silence
Silver mist calms all temper and violence
How should we take a stand?
IPhone whispers “You’ve nothing left to lose”
Hark, the new 5G Broadband is out.