Ode to the Indiana Teacher's Union (a poem)

Gary Bachlund
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The dreams of his father
Are reason enough
To gnaw your dreams apart.
        He chooses the victors,
        The losers, the rules,
        But that is just the start.
One union will steal
From another a share,
As loudly his justice is shown.
        And when the dust settles,
        And his game is adjourned,
        Away your nest egg will have flown.
Audacity? Sure,
And it surely is change
That one hoped would not come to your door.
        But as you have seen,
        To buy something else 
        He's managed to sell off your store.
Redistribution
Sounds lovely, and tasty and grand,
As it tumbles from audacious lips.
        It isn't as lovely
        And far less than grand; 
        It's your cash that he casually strips.
The dreams of his father,
So few have discussed,
Are dreams which had failed before.
        His dreams come to you
        As a nightmare might come
        To redistribute and settle some score.
The dreams of his father
Are reason enough
To gnaw your dreams apart.
        Your dreams? Not valid,
        Not reason enough,
        And that's his political art.
In the game that's afoot,
You were just in the way,
Your dreams were just blown apart.
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The dreams of his father
Are reason enough
To gnaw your dreams apart.
        He chooses the victors,
        The losers, the rules,
        But that is just the start.
One union will steal
From another a share,
As loudly his justice is shown.
        And when the dust settles,
        And his game is adjourned,
        Away your nest egg will have flown.
Audacity? Sure,
And it surely is change
That one hoped would not come to your door.
        But as you have seen,
        To buy something else 
        He's managed to sell off your store.
Redistribution
Sounds lovely, and tasty and grand,
As it tumbles from audacious lips.
        It isn't as lovely
        And far less than grand; 
        It's your cash that he casually strips.
The dreams of his father,
So few have discussed,
Are dreams which had failed before.
        His dreams come to you
        As a nightmare might come
        To redistribute and settle some score.
The dreams of his father
Are reason enough
To gnaw your dreams apart.
        Your dreams? Not valid,
        Not reason enough,
        And that's his political art.
In the game that's afoot,
You were just in the way,
Your dreams were just blown apart.