3 STRIKES
Years ago a union
Was dissolved
One that was built on trust
Faded to rust
A union separated
Minus two sons
Vendetta justice
Strike one
Many years later
A second strike
Was delivered
Lost my job overnight
Now down to a final strike
Will my health decline
Will it affect my mind?
Words without lines
However I won’t go down
Without a fight
I refused to take
A called third strike
2/24/2010
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