Dave Ward and untrusted reps must go
In a realm where letters dance on air,
Dave Ward and his clan, with crafty flair,
Royal Mail's neglect, a heavy weight,
Health and safety left to fate.
Union members, voices strained,
Welfare and rights, their cries remain,
Reps jest and laugh, their glasses high,
Subscriptions fund their endless sky.
Drinks flow freely, mirth in tow,
Yet workers labor in shadows low,
Their struggles etched in silent tears,
Injustice deepens through the years.
A saga of power, play, and plight,
Where duty dims in jolly's light,
But change will dawn, the day draws nigh,
When justice shines, no veil to pry.