The Strike Poem by Victoria Hughes

So many people
Struggling every day
Trying to come to terms
With their loss of pay.

Lining the pickets
Hundreds of angry ex-workers,
Forced into poverty
By corporate greed and shirkers.

Trying in some way
To ease their pain
Every day they do battle
In Sunshine and Rain.

They just want their lives back
They don't want to fight
Or snarl at the others
Who ignore their plight.

Nobody wants to be hungry
Stressed, or poor
All people want
Is to have a front door.

A place to go home to
For their families to live
Kids to grow up
And parents forgive.

Arguments sparked by their loss of pay
Struggles to survive day after day.

Don't just walk past thinking
'thank God it's not me'
Say hello, lend an ear
Because one day it could be.

(C) Victoria Hughes August 2005