Matthew Anish Poet Concrete

Poem For the Working Class

In the cold 
they do their work 
   The work is of utmost importance 
  Buildings, churches, synagogues and parks 
all exsist due to the sweat and blood of the workers
They must continue to do their work 
  So the city will be safe and strong 
Fantasy has its place 
But sometimes we should write 
   of the stark truth 
Even if it ruffles a few feathers

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Timothy Hicks June 5, 2013 at 11:58 PM These people always seem to be neglected and put aside, when in fact they are the ones that keep the ball a'rolling. My dad has been in construction for over thirty years, it's no easy task. For me the majority of poetry is more interesting when it portrays real life and real struggles... awesome free-verse!

Joe Maverick May 28, 2013 at 3:04 PM Oh yes Matthew.. Now that is poetry." this write echoes with the Cathedral of sounds the stalwart workers generate.." the stunning silence that repeats not their names; yet they have imbued themselves into the Most magnificent structures in the world..!

Andrea Dietrich May 22, 2013 at 10:09 AM yes, the working class does so much for us and gets little credit. and they will be needed to rebuild Oklahoma as well. Good one. Chapbooks on their way!

Anne-Lise Andresen May 21, 2013 at 7:16 AM - Something to think about .... things that we normally might not thinking so much on - people who provide much of themselves. - A very good poem, Matthew. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)