The pickets are walking the line today
across the street and down the way:
they’re paramedics and they drive
like hell to keep you and me alive.
They save our lives, but the city dreams
of saving money, on the backs, it seems
and at the expense of those same paramedics
doesn’t that seem kind of dense and pathetic?
I know what it’s like to go on strike
it’s like giving up on the rest of life;
it’s fear and it’s totally undermining
all of your hopes with what seems like whining.
I hated the whole damned experience
but I’d do it and stay there a year and then
I’d stay there another because some things
are worth fighting for, like hope with wings.
So I look at those highly trained people and say
they are not in the snow on a whim today,
and tomorrow and (I hope not!) next September;
they’re there on the line to serve us better.