A song by The Shop Steward©2010 Shop Steward
Well the papers call them miners. But they don't look like miners to me.
Miners work their shifts in the noise and dust and heat.
But whatever these blokes do. However they spend their time.
I bet you pounds to pennies it aint working down a mine.
They made a killing in the boom years. And still made millions come the bust.
While infrastructure crumbles and steel towns turn to rust.
And while millions across this nation reach out a hand in need,
The mine owners turn their backs, to pursue their quest in greed.
They talk of an investment strike and pulling their money out of the mines.
But when workers stand for their basic rights they're bullied and jailed and fined.
And yet they ransom our government if they dare tax the ore.
I guess it's one law for the wealthy and another law for the poor.
So reserve the name of miner for those who work and sweat.
For those who control the money there are other names yet.
Capitalist or businessman or mine owner if you like.
And if it's not too harsh, I'd suggest parasite.
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