The Path To Power

The Path To Power

They bought him toys when he was born

He found if he screamed they’d buy him more

They had to be new or he’d kick up a storm

They wanted him to be happy and not poor

At school his teachers thought he was rude

His behaviour towards others was of concern

Then his parents said the school would be sued

So they gave him top grades in return

As a teenager he bought several flash cars

He picked up girls each lasted a night

He sought happiness in the cocktail bars

He believed that his money bought might

Very soon he faced the first accusation

An undergraduate accused him of rape

But his lawyer acted without hesitation

A threat and a bribe helped him escape

In pursuit of happiness he became obsessed

Poor people were a nuisance and in his way

Each dollar he made left him feeling blessed

Though he sought for more riches every day

To many such behaviour was that of a leader

He was ruthless and he would get things done

They cheered his lies and praised him as a cheater

And that is the story of how fascism won

Copyright: David Hopcroft September 2025

The Camp

The Camp (how it begins)

The pretence was easy by spinning out the lies

With gullible supporters there was no need for disguise

At first the occupants were labelled as criminals

To convince the audience he called them animals

Nobody seemed to care about the nightly raids

People vanishing in the dark as freedom fades

Soon all the camps were full and overflowing

Whilst the leaders led the masses in their crowing

Why were they being held and not deported

The original message slowly becomes distorted

Rounded up by a bunch of Nazi wannabees

There is a free labour force available of detainees

Cheap labour can be provided for large companies

A small fee being paid to the government as licensees

Other nations then complain of unfair competition

But nobody suggests that there should be prohibition

Then such camps could be set up by every nation

Soon they become the asylum seeker’s destination

A form of modern slavery viewed as a necessity

Everyone agreeing this is for economic prosperity

The gulags of dictators are becoming sanitised

Only a few years ago this would have been fantasized

Today’s nightmare is birthed from yesterday’s dream

You can sit with a six pack and watch but I’ll still scream

Copyright: David Hopcroft July 2025

We ain’t finished yet (Talking about my generation)

We ain’t finished yet (Talking about my generation)

We’re the teenage rebels of the fifties who survived

We were living through the swinging sixties as we pleased

We’re not finished yet if fact we’ve been revived

We’re still seeking for the change and to be believed

We said our farewells to beatniks and to duffle coats

We were the biker boys with our polished machines

Leather-studded jackets silk scarves around our throats

Rebelling against the suited figures setting out new scenes

The wild changed when the sixties melodies came along

Our voices now were louder and we demanded to be heard

The decade of the Beatles Kinks Rolling Stones and song

Riding on our Vespas and Lambrettas giving society the bird

We stood up to class distinction demanding our education

Marched against apartheid to tear down the colour bar

Stood against warmongers demanding an explanation

We had the better weapons our voices and a guitar

You can play your ICE and MAGA cards we ain’t deterred

Hippies Teds Mods and Rockers we’re still around

We’ve got the vision your fantasy future is blurred

Never gonna win we’re rising from the underground

We may be old and grey but we’re still the force

We’re not intimidated by the puppet’s threat

Our message is for peace and just to reinforce

It’s about my generation You ain’t seen nothin’ yet

Copyright: David Hopcroft July 2025

The End of the Beginning

The End of The Beginning

They came in the sky at night with their bombs

I saw my school razed to the ground

Then in tanks to roam the streets

Looking like wolves hunting down a prey

Destroyed our homes and told us to flee

Gathering the few things we could we fled

To the area they had reserved

This was the ghetto they had created

Then came the blockades

Denying us medicines and then food

We watched the sick wither away

Old ones starved to protect the young

They try and force us from our home

They want us to leave the land of our birth

To be dumped upon some foreign soil

An uncertain future filled with suspicion

They said we were only animals

Our lives had no value to them

But they wanted the coast for a resort

So we had to be removed for the rich

Our land just a piece of real estate

To be traded in a world thriving on hate

Whilst nations looked on standing idly by

With no real interest whether we live or die

Copyright: David Hopcroft April 2025