The Law of the Jungle (75)

The Law of the Jungle (75)

1

Red Riding Hood my precious

What are we supposed to do

In the wake of Che Guevara

And the war on Vietnam too?

It’s dangerous to be a commie

And to share what we possess

Even though free competition

Has created a right mess

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

2

They don’t care about this planet

Justice doesn’t mean a thing

And they love to hurt religion

Like with Martin Luther King

They killed heaps in North Korea

About three million people dead

Well it’s good to kill a commie

Some American general said

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

3

Red Riding Hood my precious

How can we be such a threat

For believing in the workers

Plus a decent safety net?

Competition can be ruthless

In a game of endless war

Called survival of the fittest

Or some Herbert Spencer law

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

4

They don’t care about this planet

Just as long as they grow rich

Minus kindness or compassion

The first things they love to ditch

You must beat the competition

And devalue human life

But then Natural Selection

Rides upon the back of strife

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

5

Red Riding Hood my precious

Must they really be so cruel

With the values of a spider

That is climbing up a wall

Looking down at Humpty Dumpty

What a mess his body made

When he lost his old position

And then met-up with a spade

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

6

They don’t care about this planet

Trade is what they love the most

And those moments of perfection

Like some Rolls Royce Silver Ghost

Yet beyond their fine adornments

And the paper planes they make

It’s so easy to chase pleasure

That is transient or fake

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

 

The End

© Frankie Espirit