“Solidarity” a poem by the Bard of Murdock

It’s Sunday and today’s poem by The Bard of Murdock relates to a story coming out of   the wasteland otherwise known as Detroit. He originally published this poem on Saturday, August 25, 2012.  Please be sure to read the article linked by the Bard before reading the poem,  [My apologies: WordPress is putting line spaces where they don’t belong. ]                      

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Solidarity

Article link: No Horses, But Detroit Water Department Employs ‘Horseshoe

When I report to work each morn

To keep the horses shod and shorn,

I check to see if they have bought

A single colt, but they have not.

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And so I go to visit Gramps,

Whose job it is to light the lamps,

And both of us review the list

To verify that none exist.

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By then we need a little break

To keep us fresh and wide awake,

As per the contract which affords

Our daily wage and just rewards.

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For most of our remaining shift,

We talk to Fred who runs the lift

Inside the long abandoned works,

And flirt with idle typing clerks.

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And soon thereafter, one by one,

We head for home, our labor done,

To rest while we await the call

To gather at the union hall.

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The union boss will give a talk,

From six ’til nine or ten o’clock,

On how to help expand the staff

And benefits, on our behalf.