Whatever happened to your revolution?

You’re working for Barclays, you’re up for promotion.

Back in the eighties you’d rage against Thatcher.

This time next month you’ll be regional manager.

Congratulations, you’ve made it in banking.

You’re queen of the high street, your CV’s outstanding.

How does it feel to be part of the team,

in the faceless, exploitative, corporate machine?

Whatever happened to rights for the workers?

You fought against poll tax, you marched with the miners,

but look at you now - is this what you are,

with your personal pension, your company car?

Where did it come from, this ruthless ambition

to rise through the ranks to a higher position?

Whatever happened to your big ideas?

Wasted on fixed term investments and mortgage arrears.