Now, at last, we see it, unvarnished truth.
Not truth based on freedom and built through hope,
But a complete flowering of naked
Unadulterated, revelation.
We see equality equated with
Patriotism, two omnipresent
Union jacks furled on left and right sides
Of a grinning Quisling extraordinaire,
As he punches home final coffin nails.
Death to democratic socialism,
Goodbye to all political freedom,
Farewell to honesty, integrity,
It’s all over, Socialists shown the door,
I’ll never vote Labour for evermore.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom 16th February 2023.

We spend our whole lives searching out
Reasons why and what it’s all about
Priests and teachers offer choices wide
But hardly ever do we take a look inside
When we were babies we tasted anything
Hot or cold we picked up every single thing
Tested out the world and all that was new
Somehow along the way we forget what to do
We let other people show us their way
Sometimes listen to what they got to say
Occasionally it’s more than just show
We put it on the pile with the other things we know

But when you meet your maker
You won’t know what to do
‘Cos when you meet your maker
You’ll find out it is you

We let politicians show us their way
Sometimes listen to what they got to say
Once in a while it’s more than just show
Put it on that pile with those other things we know

But when you meet your maker
You won’t know what to do
‘Cos when you meet your maker
You’ll find out it is you

We are what we do
We are what we do
Yeah when you meet your maker
You’ll find out it is you.

Harry Rogers In the old study, 2011. (Archived lyric)