Robert Wyatt:

There is a kind of compromise
You are master of
Your endless gentle nudging
Left us polarised
It's hard to talk to enemies
And 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