We're on full alert waiting
Circling in the dark as all predators do.
We seek arrival and survival
Our families are hungry and hurting.
We must succeed. We are one.
In the darkness we circle our prey
Gargantuan monsters of myth,
Belching steam and smoke
From their mouths,and underbelly.
An opening,,any sort, loose flap,
A door not sealed. We must succeed
Our prey, England or Ireland.
These trucks we circle in the night
Are our lifeline to another life.
We work to assuage our families hurt.
We must succeed.
If and when our chance comes,
We attack sliding into the monsters underbelly,
Slipping down its throat.
We must bring down this channel of water
We have to win.
We live our lives as immigrant souls
No helping hand. Only servitude awaits
From all over Europe we set out.
Striving to find our mentors.
Union men gone, only employers circling,
We are prey, road kill, carrion.
Cast aside, to rot by government indifference.
Scorned,denied any rights,
Fellow workers turn away,
Muttering, in their pubs and clubs
These immigrants work for nothing
Not the fault of immigrant hearts.
We must succeed to feed our families
Unions gone, no solidarity,
Thatcherism whispers, murmurs through our souls
Working mans rights destroyed
No union rights. Powerless,you are prey.
Seeking the just man whose words of wisdom will set us free
Defeating our masters, letting us snap these chains of servitude.
We must become part of an immigrant heart