The Rhyme of the Ancient Scab
Submitted on 15 June, 2009 - 07:33
Author: Sapdog
As I stood on the picket line
A woman spoke to me
Saying 'I was not always the woman
The woman you now see'
Yes once I had a happy life
Yes once my life was fine
Until I made that fateful choice
And crossed the picket line
Six pickets standing in a row
They really made me cross
But those pickets soon became
My private albatross
My former comrades ignore me now
It is an awful fate
And every place that I do walk
Their eyes are full of hate
Their eyes are full of hate you see
This is my private hell
And everybody that I meet
My tale I have to tell
And I would do it differently
If I could relive my time
So one thing I would really advise
Don’t cross the picket line
Sapdog
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Beautiful
How ironic that the scabs who came in and did overtime on strike days are the same ones who in the past have had the union stop them getting sacked! Funny old World.
Indeed.
Indeed. Can't see them getting that support in future though, eh?