Bobby Fitzgerald writes an original political poem ‘You are more, than the sum of these parts’ for [smiths].
It’s tough to go through the eye of a third level needle
Surely its damn near impossible to juggle all the work, fun, romance and worry that comes with learning the first few steps of how to be a
And I’ve not much time for those who would tell me its money that rules that roost.
How is money ever going to compare to all the things I’ve seen, all the things I’ve learnt about?
They would tell me every-things fine, no need to fret, this is just the way it needs to be,
Well fuck that.
Because I didn’t come here to be told about they way it needs to be
I came here to learn about the way it needs to be better.
And I have learnt,
Where the heart of darkness lies and it’s in that money they keep banging on about, that so called “financial security”
When did moneys’ well being become more important than mine?
But it is, because those kids that grew up before us got scared out there in the real world and they thought that money could save them,
Well it cant.
Because money ain’t us,
Because we earn a life not a living
Because we are not spare change or lumps sums
We are Human fucking beings
Our lives have value, beyond the capacity of their currencies.
And this is our house and we will keep it.
But don’t get me wrong I know times are tough and its been a long day,
But struggle doth make the man
And the woman even more so
and all the shades in-between even more so than that.
But while times may be tough there’s still hope left in the dark
Because we’re here for you,
That person on the wrong end of their spreadsheets.
And you are worth more than all their bonds, bailouts, cutbacks, pension schemes and credit checks combined.
Money shivers in its boots when compared to you and what you can do.
So and rise up
for this matter is in your hands,
And we will support you.
Because this is your house
This is your home, where you belong
And they have occupied it for far too long.