It needs a driver

Workers are hidden, out of sight, to be kicked, spat at, abused, ill-treated, badly paid, forced to work in dangerous conditions, made a scapegoat for the ill-will and corruption of politicians.

Workers are to be despised, shouted at with racist slogans from the mouths of money drenched riff raff.

Workers are to be blamed when things go wrong, forgotten when things go right. They can be blamed for inflation, profit squeeze, dirty streets, uncollected bins, shortages of this and shortages of that.

But without workers the lorries can’t be driven, the ships can’t sail, fruit rots unpicked, factories slow down, trains and buses come to a halt, queues for food, queues for medical attention.

Suddenly the hidden labour force reveals itself; if only it realised its strength.

It was just a walk around a port. Bertolt Brecht came to mind.

General, Your Tank is a Powerful Vehicle
It smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men.
But it has one defect:
It needs a driver.

General, your bomber is powerful.
It flies faster than a storm and carries more than an elephant.
But it has one defect:
It needs a mechanic.

General, man is very useful.
He can fly and he can kill.
But he has one defect:
He can think.