RMT

That National Union of Rail, Maritime and Transport Workers (UK). I have been a member since 1997, and served on the union's national executive 2011-13.

Sonnet to a Bricked-Up Window

Oh ticket office, ticket office, why
Is your fair window really gone for good?
However much I touch or hard I try
The robot can not serve me like you could
If you had closed 'cause I don't have to pay
If transport were a public service, free
I'd no more need to use you anyway
Or miss your glazed familiarity 
But still the faceless charge a fortune fare

Red-Hearted Man

For Brian Munro, 1968-2014

How are you feeling today, my friend?
"Pretty shit", you said
And how do you feel at another year's end?
"Now I feel nothing - I'm dead"

You said you'd be molecules when you're gone
To the earth and the sky wide and far
You left us your words and your memory fires on
Your loved ones just look to the stars

Merry Christmas, City Link

Merry Christmas, City Link
Your idea of goodwill stinks
Write your cards in poison ink
Merry Christmas, City Link

Asset-stripped and all wrapped up
Bought a firm, sold us a pup
Paid a quid then cut and run
Once your profiteering's done

Punch for workers, Christmas crack
Gave out gifts, got Santa's sack
Hope your workforce occupies - 
Raise the call to nationalise!

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