Strike. - Poem by guy lipmore
Eleven plus years,
of frustration, enough is a enough,
Right or wrong, hopes and fears.
we called their bluff.
We will not win against this corporate giant,
at best cause them some embarrassment.
So hear we stand,
fight or fall.
We've shown our hand,
it's our call.
Raining on the picket line,
Underneath not so fine,
They were well prepared, no doubt,
before our action, the work was‘shared out'
Against them I stood firm,
but more money I can't lose,
I will not go full term,
Further action, I'll have to refuse…
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