The very rich and the every poor
are better off than the working poor. All through the years I worked. All
through the years you’ve worked. All through the heat, cold and blistering snow
we labored hard. But no one cares about the working poor.
Evenings, mornings and nights
when work is done, I look around and it’s the tiredness, bitterness and
suffering on the faces of the working poor. They are waiting for the jam packed
trains, overcrowded buses and filled up cars. Poor, tired,
overworked people that’s what they are, what we are. Praying to survive
but how can we? Didn’t you know almost everything we used to itemize has been
taken away?
Wages are the same before you
receive your pay. Uncle Sam takes a slice. Put it in the bank and he takes a
bite. What is left could not satisfy the mice. Weekly paychecks cannot pay your
rent. Bi-weekly paychecks put you in confusion. Rent so high and pay so small,
good God some times we cry. No one cares about the working poor. Some depend on
over the counter medicine and take a pill per day to keep the aches and pains
away.
Mother worked in distress, father
worked while problems floated to his breast. He puts his gun underneath his
pillow waiting and saying it will be better. Our children suffered and looked
underfed. Bills to be paid. The phone is being cut
off, and cars are auctioned off, homes are being foreclosed. No one gives a
damn. Nobody cares about the working poor. Housing projects are the concrete
jungle. They say it is love income for the poor. If you work they chase you
through the door. Working folks are sucked dry. Don’t give a damn if we live or
die. Over time you cannot do of gaining and extra dollar they raise your rent
sky high.
W2 forms they skip through with a
fine toothcomb, then bam your down. The working folks paid the project workers and bought their appliances. It’s
not a joke, no one cares for the poor working folks.
Welfare folk are better off. Some never have to work. Why should they? Doctor
bills are being paid, rent never goes up, and food stamps fill their shopping
carts to the top. Why should they give up all that to be living off of the
nickels and dimes like the working poor? Father frustrated, mother’s soul has
been consecrated. Father picked up the loaded gun and placed it to their heads.
Bam bam, they’re all dead. It’s the government’s entire fault; no one gives a damn about the
working poor.