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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Wage Restraint (poem)

Wage Restraint

It was crisis day in Parliament
The house was hushed and still
As a member roe with a question...
“Are we doomed to go downhill?”
“I am confident of an upturn!”
The PM made reply...
“If workers pay is held at bay
We’ll all be home and dry!
“How true!How true!” cried the workers
“Let’s end our silly strike!
We don’t want more money...
You can stick it where you like.

“Thanks Heavens!” yelled the bosses
“There’s faith on the factory floor
And now we have this extra loot
We’ll give it to the poor!”
They picked up all the money
And ran on eager feet
And pressed their surplus profits
On the people in the street.
They moved  among the dole queues
And boarded every bus
With tear-filled eyes and heart-felt cries,
“You need this more than us!”

Soon all the people prospered,
The Devil became a saint
Now that the wicked unions
Had exercised restraint.
The cities were filled with singing
And the sound of laughter spread
As hand took hand in this golden land...
And pigs flew overhead

Ron Stone
Australia

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