Red face day

Somebody else’s mother
Has a different face from ours
She cries a lot and wonders
Just how many long hours
She has to work at picking
Mange tout for Tesco stores
At rates of pay
That some would say
Break every kind of law
Somebody else’s mother
Is exploited all the way
1 p for each packet
That’s her rate of pay
Some body else’s mother
Sweats blood and it can’t be
Allowed, not now, not ever
People now must see
These super duper buyers
Had better start to be
More caring, for as people
We are one community
Somebody else’s mother
Needs to know that people here
Hate this exploitation
And one hopes that now is clear

27th February 1997. Written to Tesco

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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