No names left to employ
Or sweat from a day's wage
Day and night blend as one
In emptiness like pain
Of footsteps heard no more
To gird the sunken brow
Where hopes once had glimmered
Before locked gates cast doubt
Streets were alive and sang
A tired man held his child
Spoke of dreams he had planned
Until dust tore his smile
As all he once believed
Had vanished like the wind
And those with heart so cold
Left him to carry sin
As the beast of burden
Left suffering like dross
Then his child's eyes question
Why must we be so lost
Profits rise to heaven
Hell sent to families
Till the edge is broken
With taste of misery
And no names are listed
Upon the old clipboard
A family left to rust
As profits seem to soar
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Leaving unemployed to hunger and grief
keep writing them. People that love poetry will find them.
Being unemployed has a nasty way of making a person feel worthless. On the other hand, being employed gets in the way of living.
The only thing I remember from English Literature was
"Alone, alone, all all alone, [and]
"water, water' everywhere and not a drop to drink.
water,water everywhere and all the boards did srink. [ms]
I dont know if it was Flight of the Albatross, it could be.
So hard to accept and see..
Do we blame our desire for cheaper items and making the greenback stretch, then it broke?
'By the sweat of his brow'. But then
'All he believed in, had vanished....
like the wind.' I really loved this one
William and only had to read it once!
I got so emotional while reading this.
Thank You
Just Me
Barbie
Blessings