A PRICE OF PRIDE IS A PRICE WE PAY
I SEE IT IN OUR COMMUNITY DAY BY DAY
THE INTIMIDATION, BITTERNESS, AND CONFUSION
IF ONLY THIS WERE NOT FACT,BUT AN ILLUSION —-—-——
ONE MANS ENEMY WAS HIS BEST FREIND
WHEN OR WHERE WILL THIS ALL END
WHEN ALL OUR NERVES ARE STRETCHED TO THE LIMIT
AND ALL WE CAN HEAR IS,WE,VE GOT TO WIN IT —-——
WIN WHAT? WE ASK SO MUCH WE,VE LOST
NOT ONLY MONEY, BUT LIVES HAVE BEEN THE COST
PRIDE AND DIGNITY WHICH WERE WITH THEM AT BIRTH
THESE MEN WE CALL THE SALT OF THE EARTH —-——
THE MINERS STRIKE NOW NEARLY A YEAR
THE HOUSE IS COLD,THE PANTRY BARE
MORALE IS LOW, HOW MUCH MORE CAN WE TAKE
SORT SOMETHING OUT,FOR GOODNESS SAKE
MY BODY AND SOUL TO THIS CAUSE I SHALL BE
NOW BURY YOUR PRIDE,—-BEFORE YOU BURY ME.
Jennifer Blenkinsopp
The Price of Pride
A published work, written in the miners strike in 1984.
Renate Dartois, 11 months ago
Wonderful and so true in every aspect of life humanity is always fighting about one thing or another we will neve learn.
Rusty Woodward..., 11 months ago
This is avery strong poem. This will go very well with the Margaret Thatcher painting!! Brilliant!