Let's Stand Together, Workers Poem by Wade Blade

We leave our home in the morning,
We kiss our children goodbye,
While we slave for the bosses,
Our children scream and cry.

And when we draw our money
Our grocery bills to pay,
Not a cent to spend for clothing,
Not a cent to lay away.

And on that very evening,
Our little son will say:
'I need some shoes, dear mother,
And so does sister May.'
How it grieves the heart of a mother
You every one must know
But we can't buy for our children
Our wages are too low

It is for your little children
That seem to us so dear
but for us nor them, dear workers
The bosses do not care

But understand, all workers
Our union they do fear,
Let's stand together, workers,
And have a union here.

**Dedicated poem to my grandmother and other mother's who lived in these times! **