
Hail Attlee, mind of grace
Blessed are you amongst men
And blessed is the fruit of your mind, the NHS
Holy Attlee,Father of Starmer
Pray for us now and save us from Tory errors
Now and forever I beg
Amen

Hail Attlee, mind of grace
Blessed are you amongst men
And blessed is the fruit of your mind, the NHS
Holy Attlee,Father of Starmer
Pray for us now and save us from Tory errors
Now and forever I beg
Amen


Noone saw me,no one met my eyes.
I felt the life inside me wilt and die
Of no value to the human race
If no-one saw them they would not exist
Leonard Cohen”s name was on a list.
I almost burned away in hot distress
The charred remains would have no fixed address.
Like the Jews who wandered for a space,
No eyes no gold ,no teeth, I am a Jew
I have no tongue to speak, nor language too.