A Truck Driver

I am a truck driver, A profession by choice. Behind the wheel, That's my voice. Left the factory, Not hidden by walls. Run my loads wherever they call. Dispatchers think, We are some kind of superman, When in reality, We just do what we can. We're looked down on, Called all kinds of names. Not recognized as humans, Like on some deserted plain. We have a heart, We have a soul. Not all are angry, Not all are cruel. We are tagged as killers, By some attorneys at law, They just want money, They don't care at all. No teachings in class, No information supplied, To what these rigs can do, If one of us and a car collide. I'm here to tell you, I have a heart a mile wide, I care about people, My feelings I don't hide. Treat me with shame, Treat me like I am lower than you, Just remember,You have to answer to God to.