Fields Of Carbon And Blood (1984)

You praised as they died in their dugouts

for a cause proclaimed honest and true.

No mention of cowards or traitors -

a justified war to see through.

Now you mock the bravest of fighters

who live to bring coal from the earth.

Not bully-boyed in to your armies -

but pushed down the pits after birth.

They ask for no medals, or glory,

just an honest days pay for a job,

yet you spit on the faces of children

whose daddies are branded ‘the mob’.

When you sit warm and cosy in winter,

before fires of amber and red –

some starving infant, this Christmas,

will pray for the day it is fed.

As the right wing tabloids spawn rumours

in an effort to turn husband from wife.

For the Tories all this is a policy,

for the miner the fight is for life.