I've Been on a Pro-Union Kick today...

So here is my pro-union poem!!

First Generation

I’ve never stood in a picket line

with a homemade sign clutched in my hand

shouting, demanding

fair treatment for all of us laborers.

I drive a daddy-bought Infinity,

and people who see me think I’m spoiled.

But I am the first generation of my family

since arriving in America

not to have worked long, hard hours in a plant or a mill

to barely support those that I love.

I’ve heard the stories of my family’s struggles,

of the cuts and bruises

gained while fighting for fairness,

for the union that was never knocked out;

and of the rally cries that kept them going.

I can picture my great-grandfather

standing before his troops,

their eyes on him alone,

awaiting his always ready

words of encouragement

that never failed to rouse

a march to triumph over their oppressors.

I always stand a bit taller

when I hear of a Union victory,

and I sing along with rally-call songs:

Which Side Are You On?

I will forever stand with the workers.

Because of my forefathers

I was born with a blue-collar mark

that will never be washed away.