Union Made Poem by Randy McClave

If the workers are union paid
Then I will buy what's union made,
Proudly I will always read that banner
And I will respect it in every manner.
We become one in the working communion
When a person is in the union,
And together as one we will always fight
We are black, yellow, red, tan and white.
Never will we ever stand alone
Together we are the world's backbone,
And if I see the carrying of a union picket sign
I will not ever cross that sacred line.
Of all the books that I have written or read
Which created the thoughts and memories of what I've said,
The last statement that I will ever cry
"I am union until the day that I die".

Randy L. McClave