Dont talk to me about us losing
Dont tell me what we should have done
Dont give us points because it wasnt like a game
We didnt go through all that Hell for fun
Dont write about us in statistics
We are more than numbers on a roll
We are individuals with our own hopes and dreams
Not machines that hew the Nations coal
In this world where money is the yardstick
People seem expendable today
Makes you wonder where this so called progress is to lead
Whos the planet meant for anyway
If we have been beaten by the system
If the wheels of progress crush our pride
We can hold our heads up as the closures seal our fate
They may win, but God Knows, we have tried
December 1985