Thursday, April 2, 2009
the worker
I have gone to work for the past 30 years
always on time , never one to complain
I was happy to work with my friends
my bosses seemed like friends
then came the recession , what?
A few mates had to leave ,
we kept quiet , it wasn't us
then the day came , it was me
I sat down and thought ,
who made all the stuff they sold
who was the one that sweated
it wasn't them , it was me!!!
then I sat and thought , they took my life
I stand out side the factory
I must be causing trouble standing
arrested and beaten by the boss
my family is gone , escaped the anger
the man who is broken , will not live
who will pay , they will
not just them , my kids my wife
if only I knew we could get together
us workers stand together as one
we could be the power , we can control
if not, wage slaves is all we'll be for infinitum
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So right!!!
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