From the Ashes
Wisconsin’s Triangle Moment
The fire broke out in New York City,
A day just past the winter’s chill.
The fire was swift and bodies piled deep,
Against the padlocked doors that killed.
They cried with pleas of desperation,
Into the world that turned away.
Yet still we hear the sounds of sirens,
And cries for help until this day.
From the ash we hear their voices,
Reaching out across the years.
“Protect your selves”, they do beseech us,
“Our lives were lost to guard your fears.”
And from the fire came swift contrition,
For the thoughtless acts and deeds.
But far too late to help those dear ones,
Whose lives were lost for corporate greed.
And now we face more corporate peril,
Disguised in other forms no doubt.
The lines are drawn and sides are taken,
For all those with and those without.
One hundred years have made no difference,
When corporate wolves are in the know.
The rights of those so disenfranchised,
Lay buried deep in Wisconsin snow.