GMB HOLDS NORTHAMPTON MEMORIAL DAY CEREMONY TO HONOUR 1000'S WHO DIE AT WORK
It is a sad fact that workers still die in this country caused solely by the job they are employed to do often at the expense of making a few more pounds profit, says GMB.
GMB has organised a ceremony in Northampton to honour the 1000s of people who die at work.
Dozens of people are expected to attend the Workers’ Memorial Day event on the steps of Northampton Guildhall, St Giles' Street, NN1 1DE, at 11am on Friday April 27.
Last year 144 people officially died at work according to the Health and Safety Executive - but GMB estimates the real number could be as high as 50,000. 
The WMD event, hosted by GMB and sister union Unison, will feature councillors from Northampton Borough Council alongside GMB, Unison, CWU and Northampton Trade Union Council members.
Ian Churms, GMB organiser at NBC, will tell the ceremony:
“The dangers of work have been greatly reduced thanks to the tireless work carried out by the trade union movement over a number of years.
“Health and safety of our members and colleagues is always of paramount importance to the trade union.
“It is a sad fact that workers still die in this country caused solely by the job they are employed to do often at the expense of making a few more pounds profit.”
Ron Mendel, president of the Northampton Trade Union Council, will make a short speech, while Ben King Health and safety officer for Northants County Unison, will read a poem. 
Contact: Ian Churms on 07518 349232 or GMB press office on 07958 156846 or at email@example.com
Notes to Editors:
 Text of the poem below:
“We have fed you all for a thousand years
And you hail us still unfed.
Though there’s never a dollar of all your wealth
But marks the workers dead.
We have yielded our best to give you rest,
And you lie on crimson wool.
Then if blood be the price of all your wealth,
Good God! We have paid in full.
There is never a mine blown skyward now
But we’re buried alive for you.
There is never a wreck drifts shoreward now
But we are its ghastly crew.
Go reckon our dead by the forges red
And the fact ‘ ries where we spin
If blood be the price of your cursed wealth,
Good God! We have paid it in full!”
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