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JOCK GRAHAM Kurri Kurri, NSW 1974 Blood on the CoalYou've learned to know the miner—the "black” man, the “slack” man.But come with me below ground and amid the sweat and stress, And watch him at his hard work, his drill work, his skilled work, See for yourself his true life before you read your press. Come down and breathe the dank air, the foul air, the rank air; Fill up your lungs with coal dust, disease dust, for proof; Come down and see the 'slave' man, the cave man, the brave man Risk life to save his mate's life beneath a falling roof. Learn of the grim disasters, the churned up. the burned up: Go seek the mining churchyards and count the growing roll; Weigh justice then, so feted, so treated, and meted Against the dark stain spreading, the blood upon the coal. You'll see conditions slipping, through tricking, pin-pricking; The guilt with which he's burdened you'll place where it belongs; And you will be a just man. a fair man. a rare man, If you'll raise coal production by righting miners' wrongs. |