I'm going to put this poem in verse by verse so it might be awhile until i get the whole thing
Those who worked Redtail mine were fed up with the boss
They gathered round the office like blackflies around a hoss
"No wages these 3 months" one cried, "Let's hand the lousy rat
He'll starve our very children, while himself gets fat.
And true enough, behind the doorm a fat man shook & wept
The wobbling bags beneath his eyes said that this man hadn't slept
A messenger had brought him word, that made him feel his age
Valdez, last night - the third straight month- had robbed the payroll stage.
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