A Tribute.
For centuries the working man has slaved to make his master rich with blood and swears and tears he toiled in factory and field and ditch.
In sweltering subterranean seam the miner had it worse than most with caged canary or with lamp he worked beside another's ghost.
For, all too oft, explosions took young lives while greedy bosses slept and floods and fires were commonplace as grieving wives and mothers wept.
My ancestors and relatives lost boys and men in just this way and yet another tragedy hit the headlines yesterday.
No matter what the mine produces shouldn't safety matter most? But money has the loudest voice. To miners everywhere: a Toast!