Justice for July

By Rick Marriner

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 Sixty thousand men went into the mines
their backs bent low, coal clenching their soul.

The explosion and din in the month of July
trapped them in and left them to die.

How sad to compare
their death without air
to your story of men without glory.

Author's Note

 In studying the history of some early American unions it angered me to read that some of the corrupt groups tried to link their heritage to the unions that improved the working conditions of the coal miners.

 

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