Requiem for the American Worker

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Requiem for the American Worker

I hear America crying
across the flatlands, hill and dale.
Embittered tears of weary souls
the beaten down, the proud.

American workers holding on
with a cry in their voice.
Fighting hard to not be counted
among the growing poor.

The waitress at night with a babe upon her breast,
The coalminer tired of his long rest.
The automobile worker doing her best,
The bakery is closing, the baker is next.

The bus driver without a human load,
The young black man never given a chance.
The hospital worker called off, worries how to pay the rent.
Telephone workers marching, out in the cold.

Voices, hands, and hearts
traded for those across the seas.
The small, American farmer
still fighting hard to believe.

I hear America crying,
as those “who have”,
with no remorse, no guilt,
build empires upon the workers backs.
Americans trying, trying, and trying.
I hear America crying.

 

Written by: T.C. Holland    c. 2006.  Published with Permission.

*Originally published in the Labor News, Indianapolis, In., Feb. 2006 

 

Children Learn What They Live

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If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to be shy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with tolerance, they learn to be patient.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with praise, they learn to appreciate.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with acceptance and friendship, they learn
to find love in the world.

— Dorothy Law Nolte

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