Workingman Poor

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LABOR

 

Workingman Poor

 

The unions have no power

Losing workers shore to shore

Lower wages by the hour

The working man is poor

 

We can’t afford a living space

Debtors knocking at the door

We’re falling back in every race

For the working man is poor

 

Robotics on the assembly line

Automation in the stores

The oligarchs are more than fine

But the working man is poor

 

Those who need get less and less

Those who don’t get more

The system doesn’t pass the test

When the working man is poor

 

The corporate beast is growing

Good jobs are getting rare

The economy is slowing

But the wealthy grab their share

 

Curse of the Privileged Class

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: THE GREAT DIVIDE

Curse of the Privileged Class

 

The curse of the privileged class

Is that they assume privilege will last

Beyond the day after tomorrow

The grief behind the endless sorrow

Something that could only be

An eternal plague on humanity

 

The privileged class will assume

All other classes will be doomed

To fall and implode in a blast

The tragedy in which they’re cast

Gets lost in a cloud of dust

A memory that yields to rust

 

At the end of long lost day

It’s a script they would not play

An echo of a discordant song

Each note somehow seems wrong

Then it collapses in a feeling of fear

As the inevitable inevitably draws near

 

The privileged class will expire

Consumed in a burning rage of fire

Their vaunted status gone and done

All their battles lost and won

Their curse is to be forgotten

A legacy shriveled and rotten