Robb Johnson 1993
There’s always the money for missiles & tanks
There’s always the money for generals & banks
There’s always the money for new ways to kill
But a limited budget for you if you’re ill
Yes there’s always enough for a war
But there’s never enough for the poor
There’s always the money for tunnels and roads
For opera and ballet, but not jobs and homes
For MPs’ expenses & fat subsidies
But there’s never the money for nurseries
And the well-off they always take more
So there’s never enough for the poor
There’s always the money for tests they can pass
Or fail you for not being white middle class
There’s always the goodies for those with most greed
But never enough for those in most need
There’s a pay-rise if you’re on the board,
But there’s never enough for the poor
Consider the little of life that we know
We bring nothing, take nothing, pass through and go
We’re all of us poor when it comes to the night
In need of the darkness, in need of the light
If we learned to want less and love more
There’d be enough for the poorÂ