The Real Pension Revolution
"Your pension won't be worth a light, you suckers
There will not be enough in future years."
Charlie, John and Lyn stood by the brazier
Worked that time, paid stamps.
The whole kaboodle
Stakeholder/Stay Colder - what a con
To have some pinkcheeked politician tell you,
Sort yerself out Grandad, from now on.
A million of them marched that year, in winter.
December 2012 it was, or so.
They organised a Coffin Dodger's charter.
All systems go.
Frames and sticks and overcoats
what have you.
Their grown-up children watched the news
Embarrassment, bemusement, understanding.
Feelings were mixed.
"That generation," said one knowing daughter
"Knew about protesting. Every one."
"Trouble-junkies. World owes them a living,"
Sighed a younger son.
"Who wazzed all the money?"
Asked an uncle.
"System seemed quite adequate before
Had enough to build that bloody Dome thing.
Or to fund a war."
"Demographic Backlash," drawled the pundits.
Europe-wide the story was the same.
"Must we starve our oldies?"
Asked a tabloid.
Someone murmured: "Shame."
Paid the stamps and worked
`til they were knackered.
And they hold a trump card
called The Vote.
Want to fight a million of them do you?
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