RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LABOR
May Day
We’ve forgotten the working class
Though they haven’t forgotten us
In every line they come up last
They sit at the back of the bus
Every year our leaders tell them
It’s your turn to rise up
Take your rightful dividends
Grab hold of the winner’s cup
But every year you’re given less
The working class stays poor
They shake their heads and confess
We can’t afford to give you more
While they line their bulging pockets
And shine their silver cars
They amuse themselves with rockets
And aim them at the stars
The rich will never give a damn
Keep the working world in need
Let they live on toast and jam
While the rich compound their greed
Published: Workingman Poor
Litterateur RW (Redefining World)
May 2026
