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Steel

Steel
15,000 stripped of work,
Put simply, they will lose their shirt,
Shrink a nation that once stood tall
When livelihoods, go to the wall
Families hurt, Homes will be lost
Communities will count the cost 
Of Chinese steel excess produced
Dumped on our markets without excuse.

The work of Sheffield was England’s pride,
 The mark of which was known worldwide.
The Bosses now lay all this aside
Quality is still searched for
Where trusted men, that went before,
With integrity…. they’d take the rein
Day in day out would take the strain 
In Britain’s furnace’s to the daily Grind
A fair whip crack… they rarely find
The Banks man wants the full control
To Finish Thatcher’s work of old.

China stole the goods from us
Of all produced in sweat and dust
What’s even worse
 We taught them well, 
How to kiss and not to tell
Take our design, discharge our strength
And to a really large extent,
Sell us our own back with Contempt
While Tory gave encouragement.

For them false kite no detriment,
No destitution or lament,
Though guillotine is in the air,
Their dainty necks, won’t face despair 
They buy in… what the markets left
Leave our workers then bereft
Of all if any self-respect……
But be sure that soon enough
Will come the time 
When rich men who forever blind
Walk of the cliff….with Tory kind, 
With markets gone we’ll start again
A kinder Politic in mind.

China’s workers on the cheap
Have seen now how the bosses keep,
 The profits and the western life,
In discontent, they want their slice,
Soon market forces will come to a head
And create the surplus markets dread.

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