Thursday, 17 April 2014

All In The Name Of Profit.

It's all in the name of profit.


The bike just sits there,
dust covering its lovely sheen,
puffing up the Fintry Hills
well,   it's no longer my scene.
Y'see,   as a Clydeside apprentice
I proudly learnt the tradesman's skill,
little did I know then
the price,    asbestos lungs that kill.
Now I just sit through the painful day
gasping each mouthful of air, wondering
how can I make the bastards pay.
They knew it was a killer
a time-bomb in our lungs
but,  because it was so quick and cheap
they firmly held their tongues.
So what,  if it cost the workman's life,
there's always a couple of new workers
in the care of the worker's wife.
Please try to understand my anger
as I and others bear their cost,
a slow death from asbestos lungs,
a vibrant life lost.
Anguish for family and friends,
all in the name of profit:
now that really does offend.
Our anger without direction
is like a blind archer behind the bow,
we have to use our anger
to smash the status-quo.
Perhaps making my dying public,
might provoke righteous indignation
at a system that puts profit
before the health of a nation.

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