Keeping it Right

Keeping it Right

We've been on strike a few times now. 
We're not concerned about the reason 
but for the smell of the picket line. 
And when it's over, armbands stowed, 
work is brighter for a time, 
scabs slinking in 
as we look bosses in the eye. 
No one can quite hold our stare.

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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