There is a kind of compromise you are master of

Your endless gentle nudging left us polarised

It's hard to talk to enemies We are enemies

What we had in common makes it even worse

You're proud of being middle class (meaning upper class)

You say you're self sufficient (but you don't dig your own coal)

I think that what you're frightened of more than anything

is knowing you need workers more than they need you

"A herd of independent minds" Chomsky got it right

is jogging into battle waving old school ties

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