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MARGARET GRIFFITH
I work for Newham Libraries’ Housebound Service and I joined the Workshop in 1990.
POWER TO DESTROY
He’s famous, that’s a bloody privilege;
We’re burrowers, destroyers, the acid razor edge.
We’ll drag him down, you are so keen:
You eat the muck, you, you finance the Scrag Machine.
She’s a star, she shines in films,
We bug her walls, we raid her bins:
You want to know, you are so keen,
You’ll read it all in the Scrag Machine.
Her dazzling genius entrances us,
Her music thrills and romances us:
We knock her down, her faults are seen,
Her virtues are crushed in the Scrag Machine.
Win the lottery, get caught in the light;
You’re a legitimate target for spite.
We’ll strip you and tear you, the public are keen,
You’re a ritual sacrifice to the Scrag Machine.
You’ve freed slaves, saved lives, been a saint:
We’ll manipulate and twist to prove you ain’t.
The Public Right to Know gives our crusade its sheen
And nobody dare challenge the Scrag Machine.
They’ll tell tales to make their name,
They’ll own hell’s sins to get some fame
We’ll egg them on upon the screen:
We are your pandering Scrag Machine.
Odd religious beliefs? Now let’s bang the drum,
Hound, sack, humiliate him, get him on the run!
On virtue and purity the PM is keen,
So he lends his weight and power to the Scrag Machine.
The Truth! The Truth! The filthier the better!
Any trick to lock you in the stocks’ shaming fetter!
To hell with your soul, the viewers are keen,
You’ll be shat out as crap by the Scrag Machine.
Don’t dare confront us, we’ll forge, invent and claw;
We’re not prosecuted, our power’s above the law.
On sensation, dirt, salacity the public are keen;
They’ll go on paying money to the Scrag Machine.
We wouldn’t spend the money on checking the facts,
So we’re showing some technical faults and cracks;
Some frauds, cheats and liars have been seen on our screens,
But it won’t make any difference to the Scrag Machine.
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