A DPAC Christmas Carol

Or if you can’t make it to Reading on the 12th why not have your own sing a long outside your nearest ATOS office, DWP office or Jobcentre? If you do, let us know on mail@dpac.uk.net and we’ll publicise it.

Pictures by Brian Hilton, Words by Merry Cross.

O Little Town of Bethlehem

Oh little mouth of Iain Duncan Smith
How much we hear you lie
You say whatever comes into your head
It makes us jeer and cry.
But for all our anger and suffering
We know the truth will shine
One day your cruelty will end
And that will be divine!

SILENT NIGHT

Silent night
No-one in sight
Heating’s off
So’s the light

Round the streets people begging for food
Yet Tory toffs are in such a good mood
Tucking into their turkeys
Knowing that we are all screwed.

Repeat first 4 lines

ATOS taking our money away
With tick box tests like the WCA
Hopeless as ever with PI-IP
Who cares about the delay?

Repeat first 4 lines

While we’re staying alone in such pain
ATOS bosses all sip their champagne
They forget that tomorrow
Life could dish up this refrain

Silent night
They could get a fright
They could get ill
Lose limbs or sight

Then they may see the whole world anew
Re-a-lise we are all human too, Doing all we can do-oo
Just trying hard to get through. Just trying hard to get through.

IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER

Or A Carol for ATOS and the DWP

In the bleak midwinter
Not so long ago
Heartless politicians
Planned to take our dough.

CHORUS:
They don’t mind how much we hurt
How much pain we’re in
They don’t mind us starving
Or our suffering.

So they talked with ATOS
Said how rich they’d get
Making sure we fail tests
With the targets set.

CHORUS

ATOS rake in millions
Leaving us with nought
As we wait decisions
In their web we’re caught.

CHORUS

Iain Duncan Smith smiles,
Tells his awful lies
As we sit thru’ his trials
Another of us dies.

CHORUS

Iain Duncan Smith, WE
Won’t keep quiet, WE
Will keep fighting until
ALL OF US ARE FREE!
Repeat first 3 lines, ending with
WE END YOUR TYRANNY!

AWAY IN A MANGER

Out there on the cold streets
Ca-ardboard for a bed
Teenagers and elders
Lay down their tired heads,
While MPs and bankers
Pretend they really care
About hard-working parents
Whose cupboards are bare.

With ATOS to help him
Duncan Smith rages on,
Making life even harder
As the public he cons.
The wealthy are protected
As in horror we stare
Wond’ring where help will come from
YET WE MUST NOT DESPAIR

So gather round friends all
Take heart and hold tight
Together we can’t fall
With courage we’ll fight
To challenge bad treatment
Whoever you are
Making human compassion
Our true guiding star.