After the last two posts in this series I’ve decided to start putting the poems up here in the order they appear in Bob’s pamphlet. The collection opens with his version of Burns’ ‘A Man’s A Man For A’ That’ which appeared in the previous ‘Prison Rhymes’ post. Next up is this anti-capitalist effort. Just to clarify for younger readers – the LSD referred to in the poem is ‘ Pounds, Shillings and Pence’ rather than anything psychedelic. This is Bob Stewart we’re talking about, not Aldous Huxley.
Alan Stewart.
Dividends Almighty.
Holy! Holy! Holy! Dividends Almighty;
Early in the morning the workers toil for Thee,
Body, brain, and heart and soul, sacrifice to win Thee;
Oh! thou malignant, powerful L. S. D.
Holy! Holy! Holy! modern saints adore Thee,
Burying the truth and right beneath Thy golden sea,
Prophets of the warring sects in unity uphold Thee,
Oh! thou malignant, powerful L. S. D.
Holy! Holy! Holy! kings and emperors court Thee:
The fruitful earth they drench with blood in greedy chase of Thee,
The lover from the maiden conscripted is to guard Thee,
Oh! thou malignant, powerful L. S. D.
Holy! Holy! Holy! Dividends Almighty!
Although the eyes of working class Thy glories cannot see,
Toilers soon in every land will rise in wrath to smite Thee,
And end Thy dominion, powerful L. S. D.
Breaking the Fetters 