We while away in industry.
Marching forth each day to pay our way
In hard earned misery.
Broken backs hauling coffee sacks
Sending us to surgery.
12 hours on feet making food others may eat.
On the line our pride and dignity.
Whether it be mopping floors or building doors,
We while away in industry.
For all this time that is not mine,
I give its power to those bossing me.
Those at the top seem not ever to stop
Wanting more and more greedfully.
Challenging shirk, work is home or home is work
Blurring lines of true community.
I see not the goal of hauling that coal
Rather than spend my moments with family.
How to happily survive, live, grow, and thrive
If we're whiling away in industry.
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