Just One More Coalminers Daughter By Del Abe Jones 3rd January 2006

Another Coalminer's Daughter (and Son) Has Heart and Soul beneath the Ground With Tears and Hopes and Prayers That their lost Daddies will be Found. Hoping for some great Miracle Not only Found, but Safe and Well One more Escape from the Hazards That Stories and the Folklore tell. A Dangerous Job at its best And for some the only one To take care of their Family It's one Chore that Must be Done. We all know the Historical Of the company town and store Some say those days are gone?? But, it's known they could do More.

The wages for the Muckers (look it up) And those Men who run the Drills May be Paid a little More But, the Lack of Safety still Kills. The Bureau of Mines (and Safety) Although they have done much good Like most all federal agencies Not Half, nearly what they should. So the Money, (under table) Flows much faster than the Ore To protect the mining companies From Pimp, to the real WHORE. ............................

4th January 2006

After the news they were found alive I'm adding this this morning From joyful, happy, jubilation To the pain and tears and mourning. How could this have happened? Why was the good news so wrong? And though some knew about it Why did the truth take so long? Then there is the rage and anger That has come a bit too late About all the safety violations That have sealed those Miners Fate. If the officials with the power From Fed, State, or Company Had fulfilled their obligations They could have stopped this tragedy.

If the men themselves had complained They probably would have been let go But what could those violations cost? Well sadly now, we all know. Just another of those lessons learned (Though we all know that isn't so) Soon it will be the same ol' same To guarantee the money flow. Lives are cheap and expendable When it comes to the bottom line Seems it's always been and will be For those folks down in the Mine.

Copyright ©  Del Abe Jones 2006

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