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Showing posts with label disdain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disdain. Show all posts

Monday, January 19, 2026

A FINGER FOR THE WORKERS

by Donna Katzin


Cartoon by Nick Anderson


In his big-boss suit, the President 
tours the Ford factory, as if he owns the place,
until a heckler calls him a predator
without even slowing down the line
that devours his labor until the bell rings
to keep the country’s machinery running.
 
The boss’s fingers have never known a callous,       
labored long hours to meet production quotas
until they ached and his back complained.
They flick disdain and disrespect to workers 
like cigarette butts or young women used up
until the men on top tire of them,
spit them out, like last night’s nicotine—traumas and all.
 
But the gesture masquerading as power
sends a message to the shop floor crew—
the truth-teller has gotten under 
boss-man’s sagging skin,
and this group knows how to organize… 
They can do it again.

 
A former union organizer, Donna Katzin has worked for more than four decades with South Africa in its struggle to defeat apartheid and advance the new nation's  democratic development.  She also continues  through Tipitapa Partners to work with vulnerable Nicaraguan communities struggling to feed their children.  She is the author of With These Hands, a book of poetry and photos of South Africans struggling to give birth to a new nation, and a published poet honored to have been included in The New Verse News.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

SHIP OF FOOLS ON A CRUEL SEA

by George Salamon




It was later than I thought when I first believed you, / Now I cannot share your laughter, Ship of Fools, —"Ship of Fools," The Grateful Dead, Lyrics by Robert Hunter

April Fool's Eve, 2018


Self-made darkness
Drawing us down
In a vortex of
Psychic disturbances,
Confusion of values,
Flight from consciousness,
Devaluation of knowledge, and
Abandonment of reason.

Led by a rising economic elite
With disdain for morality,
Egocentrism at the core of character.
Its heart chained to management wisdom,
Lacking passion and compassion
To grasp the human condition,
Ill-suited to struggle with our crisis
Of equality, fraternity, and hope.


George Salamon, who lives in St. Louis, MO, arrived in the United States in 1948 when, as the song says, America's bottles were still "filled."