The people’s flag is sort of pink,
But tinged with blue to help us think
We know what we are up to in
This jungle infested with spin.
So raise the pinkish standard high,
No need to whinge or cringe or cry.
Though left-wingers moan and right-wingers sneer
We’ll keep the pink flag flying here.
The cave man had to put up with
A caste system by which to live
But in these techno-science days
Our seers can teach us wiser ways.
All men are born without a sou,
All men are simply I and you.
Our red flag seemed a good idea,
The problem is it don’t work here.
We live and thrive much better if
We are a bit competitive.
Each needs the spur of wealth and fame
For all to profit from the game.
But let the comrade winners know
That riches melt away like snow,
Our jungle world is but a tick
In space-time’s long and lonely trick.
‘Till th’oil runs out we’ll all have fun,
‘Tis easy go and easy come.
A few more years of cars and booze,
Then back t’cave and nought to lose.
So raise the pinkish standard high,
No need to whinge or cringe or cry.
Though left-wingers moan and right-wingers sneer
We’ll keep the pink flag flying here.
RAE, 4 October 2003.
The people’s flag is sort of pink,
But tinged with blue to help us think
We know what we are up to in
This jungle infested with spin.
So raise the pinkish standard high,
No need to whinge or cringe or cry.
Though left-wingers moan and right-wingers sneer
We’ll keep the pink flag flying here.
The cave man had to put up with
A caste system by which to live
But in these techno-science days
Our seers can teach us wiser ways.
All men are born without a sou,
All men are simply I and you.
Our red flag seemed a good idea,
The problem is it don’t work here.
We live and thrive much better if
We are a bit competitive.
Each needs the spur of wealth and fame
For all to profit from the game.
But let the comrade winners know
That riches melt away like snow,
Our jungle world is but a tick
In space-time’s long and lonely trick.
‘Till th’oil runs out we’ll all have fun,
‘Tis easy go and easy come.
A few more years of cars and booze,
Then back t’cave and nought to lose.
So raise the pinkish standard high,
No need to whinge or cringe or cry.
Though left-wingers moan and right-wingers sneer
We’ll keep the pink flag flying here.
RAE, 4 October 2003.