‘Twas May Day when the workers did arise
demanding freedom with a single voice;
they shook their leaders, took them by surprise;
the leaders then were forced to make a choice
and so they promised freedom and reward
and won the trust of workers far and wide
but then they charged with bloody pointed sword:
the workers ran and scattered, where to hide?
The leaders of the workers and the state
came together, then to sign a deal
which neatly tied them, simply sealed their fate
and left them fighting, just to win a meal.
They put the workers back into their cage:
once more they’re toiling for a meagre wage.
This sonnet comes courtesy of Valdis, a regular Sonnet Sunday contributor and guest poster here at EIF. Thank you Valdis for raising your voice in support of the workers!
Featured image: from Jerusalem The Emanation of the Giant Albion, The William Blake Archive (public domain).