The Lumberjack, the mouthpiece of the IWW's National
Industrial Union of Forest and Lumber Workers,
featured this poem on July 10, 1913. The poem sings
the virtues of sabotage as a form of working class
direct action. As the poem demonstrates, sabotage took
a variety of forms that included incapacitating
machinery, purposely limiting the pace of labor, or
performing work clumsily. Whatever form it took,
sabotage always had the same objective: hitting the
capitalist where it hurt most - the pocket book.
SAW MILL 'ACCIDENTS'
By The Wooden Shoe Kid
What's the trouble with that saw?
The carriage is out of line;
And don't it beat you maw
How the hands kill time?
The engine is running hot,
That pump needs packing again;
I heard the boss say "I've got
A hell of a bunch of men."
The fireman can't keep steam,
The carriage has jumped the track;
I wonder what does it mean,
Machinery acting like that?
Lordy! Hain't this awful bad,
That shipping clerk is a sight!
He sent the limber to Bagdad,
Which should have gone to Cavite.
The old mill is running in debt,
I think the boss is getting wise;
He came to me and said, 'Jet,
What's the matter with them guys?"
I says, "Old cuss, you know full well,
That through your hellish greed;
You have given these men hell,
And kept them ever in need.
"They are awake at last,
Have donned their wooden shoes,
If you don't come clean, fast,
You'll get a case of blues."
Now slaves these words are true-
This weapon you always own-
If we our duty each will do,
Each will win a home. - Amen.