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The second class citizen gets all the blame
The second class citizen you can’t even name
Holy in the high rise, tied to the stake
Locked in by fire, they needed escape.
There was a time when the classes all mixed
But daddy didn’t like it so he got it fixed.
You can’t see the brick but the walls always there
The poor are the losers, the rich ones don’t care.
Scenes that no-one should witness,
Scenes that no-one should see.
The grave is already in your garden
The torch is shining on your street.
A second class citizen in a Kensington street
A second class citizen they don’t want to meet
As they were burning, did you stand and watch
Is all that you were thinking is what will be the cost.
A second class citizen, who bangs on your door
A second class citizen, who muddies your floor
Asking for justice, their right to be heard
You pulled down your shutters, you locked up your door.
Second class citizens, they cost too much cash
Second class citizens, consigned to the past,
You deny their existance, but we’re all the same,
But you close both your eyes so you can’t see their pain.
An upper class citizen has dinner with a duke
An upper class citizen wants money for a nuke
You whitwash it over, but the anger is true
You let the poor suffer because what can they do?