David Semenske

(9/17/58 / Milwaukee, Wi)

Bay Views Rolling Mills


There was a test of wills
At Bay Views Rolling mills
A fight for an eight hour day

The Guard was called out
As the workers shout
Eight hours no reduction in pay

Verbal orders mixed up
As the Guard raised their rifle up
Firing a volley of lead

And when the smoke had cleared
The worst was feared
Seven or more lie dead

Gone was their eight hour day
The one we enjoy today
As we remember that fateful day that tragic fifth of may 1886

Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 22, 2014

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Written in honor of the killed in Milwaukee's fight for the eight hour day

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