As promised:

GOD BLESS THE UNEMPLOYED (AN ANTHEM)   - Lea Nicholson

God bless the unemployed
And shame on those who work,
for they it is who spoil the world,
and not those who shirk.

There was a time, not long ago,
A future was conceived
That man he would no longer work
His tasks would be relieved.
He'd always have enough to eat
And a place to rest his head.
And while machines they did the work
He could stay in bed.

The time it has already come,
But they're too blind to see.
They brand the man that doesn't work
They treat me shamefully.
They pay me less than those who build
The scrapheaps in the sky,
Then they talk about pollution
I often wonder why.

They could make a car last 100 years,
Car builders needn't sweat.
But they'd rather have the latest make
So they are working yet.
They build their toys to last a while,
And then they fall apart,
So they can throw them on the scrapheap
And make another start.

There was a time not long ago,
A future was conceived
That man he would no longer work
His tasks would be relieved.
The time it came, man missed his chance,
And so he passed away,
A victim of the circumstance,
He knew no other way.
So God bless the unemployed
And shame on those who worked,
For they it was who spoilt the world
And not those who shirked.